LORD REVANDREL
It took me weeks to finally see the sense in Baevera’s offer.
Far and wide, the name 'Vera with the snake ink' had spread like wildfire.
Her value tripled on the market so much that a single hour with her now cost twenty gold coins.
And that was without counting the rumors that she pocketed at least half of that in tips from each patron.
Yet her nights were always fully booked.
Naked Den had never thrived like this. It was exploding in the merchant market; its worth, shares, and influence climbing higher with each passing week.
And Alaric had not been wrong.
The Eldareths had me pegged as their chief suspect in Baevera's disappearance, and they were slowly bringing war to my doorstep.
I had been summoned to the Bureau four times already. Four rounds of questioni
