Julian pushed the doors open and noted the well-oiled hinges that allowed it to open silently. That was evidence that the place was used often and seeing it as a good tiding, he led the monks inside the building. The walls were adorned with all sorts of paintings and the floors were polished to a clear shine. The elegance of the interior belied the room full of customers, all of whom appeared to be criminals. There were several people working behind the bar.
All but one of the tables were taken, and as Julian looked about at all the patrons, he recognized three men, the same three men from the previous night. “There,” he muttered to Donovan, nodding his head in their general direction. “I am about sure they are the men you are looking for.”
Donovan led them to the empty table and they al
