Vani asked him whether he had found the shifter tribe, but Zorian admitted his own lack of attempt in that matter. He couldn’t go to Raynie, as she was in Cyoria, and nobody else could direct him where to go. Or maybe they could but didn’t want to. The result was the same in either case. Besides, he was skeptical in regard to how much they could actually help with his issue.
Finally, the day had come. Gurey had managed to get a small plaque inside Vazen’s house by stuffing it inside an envelope and mailing it to the man along with some ridiculous advertisement. Zorian couldn’t believe that had actually worked, but it had, and now they just had to wait for the man to go to work before he could teleport inside and search for the safe. Vazen was a forty-year-old bachelor, so there was supp
