They are interrupted before the dark-haired woman replies, the light rap at the table snagging dark eyes and attention. There is a second woman, unfamiliar to Briglann and equally as intriguing as the first he had approached.
The ruffled reaction of Djana's guards didn't go unnoticed, and Brig...
The woman's guards made him nervous, admittedly. Brig had often been hired as an extra hand to security when merchants upset certain important people, and he knew how persuasive coin could be to someone's loyalty. He very decidedly didn't want to test this burly pair flanking Djana.
Her voice...
There were fewer patrons filtering out of the warmly-lit tarvern. Although the conversation inside seemed buzzing and jovial as expected of this time of night, the looming figure by the door was making new customers uncomfortable.
As the bartender began to advance toward him, Briglann realised...
Briglann Jaros was sure he was usually far more careful than this. It wasn't like him to miss an arranged drop-off because he'd somehow lost the item he was supposed to be selling.
It was a little wooden box, charming and hand-carved, wrapped in a cloth and all ready for drop-off early tomorrow...
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