Late that night I reentered Oslon and made my way down dark, snow packed streets which reflected eerily the silver white light of the moon. From two of the largest inns the laughter and raucous noise of celebrations told me Hymius’ men still had money to spend and intended to spend it well. I smiled in pleasure. By tomorrow their heads would be pounding with the fury of a hundred war drums being drummed by madmen within their skulls. This only the partial rewards for too much drink. Their eyes would be bleary from too little sleep. Their tongues thick and dry. Their stomach aching and threatening an upheaval with each step they would take. They would be in no condition to react to any sudden emergencies.
Draped in the Cloak of Invisibility, I was confident no one would see. Within the clo
