I brought the Dagger down some distance from the coordinates Kyrshaw had been provided, and we prepared to walk the rest of the distance. Despite their request, I didn’t like the idea of leaving my weapons in the Dagger. But we needed them to trust us, so I settled for tucking my blued blade’s sheath into the back of my belt.
Once we arrived at the coordinates, we discovered just how little Kyrshaw’s “friends” still trusted him. Instead of a camp or some other indication of the cell’s main operations, we found an abandoned site.
My initial response was that it confirmed a trap, but Kyrshaw didn’t seem worried.
“This is fine. I expected we’d meet somewhere neutral.”
My quick reconnaissance revealed the site was empty, so we settled in to wait for Kyrshaw’s contacts. Fortunately, we didn
