hard in hightown: chapter one

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They say coin never sleeps,but anyone who's walked the patrol of hightown market at midnight might disagree. The pickpockets and confidence men head to the taverns at dusk, the dwarven businessmen and nobles go back to their tiny places to fret over the ways they got cheated,and the market falls silent.

Donnen Brennokovic knew every angle of the market with his eyes closed. Twenty years of patrols had etched it into him so that he walked that beat even in his dreams. The recruit,jevlan, was another sorry. The ring of steel striking stone told Donnen that the kid had stumbled into a column again. His new armor would be full of dents by sunrise.

"Torches would make this easier." The sound of jevlan hauling himself off the pavement was like a tinker's cart crashing.

"Tourches make you night-blind. You'll adjust." Donnen crossed the square to help the kid to his feet. A breeze scurried across the plaza,Sending the banners and pennants shivering and carring an old,familiar sent. Donnen stopped in his tracks. "Something's wrong." His voice low,warning. He peered into the dark, up at the mezzannin just above them."follow me. Be ready for trouble."

The two guards climbed the dark stairs and there, in a puddle of shadow, found the body. Gold-trimmed stain glitterd through the blood.

"Get the captain," Donnen sighed "we've got a dead magistrate."

hard in hightown by Varric Tethras Where stories live. Discover now