TWELVE
In the City
Fall 964 MC
Harry Hathaway looked once more at the address he had written down. It was odd to be in this part of the town, among the well-to-do, but he was confident his information would be of value. A soldier, one of the local Wincaster garrison, ambled down the street, and Harry instinctively moved into an alleyway, waiting until the man had passed. He chided himself for his overly-cautious demeanour, reminding himself that he was on legitimate business for once in his life.
As his target drew closer, he stepped from the shadows, striding purposefully towards the front door. It was a modest house for the area, but compared to the slums that Harry called home, it was a palace. Knocking on the door, he waited nervously.
Moments later, a dour-looking servant answere
