What do you want?"
"I've been thinking." Imon spoke up but remained safely out of the way. "You seem like you're competing on my turf. Afraid I can't have that." It was merely a pretext. Imon no doubt had been looking for an opportunity to even the score with Sparr for some time. They were there to kill him.
The grin on the first thug's face confirmed it. He now stood closer to the saber than Sparr. "Why don't you step outside?"
If he went through the door he'd be caught between the two thugs. Once again, the harsh reality of life on Kaybe would force him to kill or be killed. "I have tokens," Sparr whispered, hoping to attract the attention of both thugs. "Here," he said, reaching as if to retrieve his pouch of coins. The wiry thug seemed unimpressed, but the heavily muscled brute just
