Fall 964 MC
Harry Hathaway sat back, nursing his drink. The Serpent"s Coil was packed, a not altogether unusual occurrence, but what set this day apart were the coins that were flowing freely. He looked across the room at Igran Hawtrey as the man made his way through the crowd, stopping at each table in turn.
Hawtrey was a big man, topping off at more than six feet and known for being boisterous and crude, but today he was reserved, chatting with people in an amiable tone as he moved from table to table.
He finally made his way to where Harry sat, pausing to look down at the confidence man.
"Well, well, well, if it isn"t old Handsome Harry."
"Igran Hawtrey," said Harry, "it"s been a long time."
"What are you doing here, Harry?"
"I heard a rumour you were hiring, and I thought I"d gi
