Weapon Trade

​Usually, Willow Crush is quiet when I slip out of my bedroom window. The town is in deep slumber as I descend the vines on the south wall, carefully avoiding the window to my parents' chambers.

​Sneaking around has become second nature to me. Today, that came in handy.

​Between the tree branches, I caught a glimpse of two shapes illuminated by the pale light of the waning moon. ​The smaller figure pulled an item from their waistcoat, wrapped in cloth to shield it from spying eyes. As the larger silhouette peeked under the covers, a metallic reflection danced across its face. The tall figure nodded and pulled out a small sack.

​Something went awry. The smaller shade threw the sack to the ground to reveal dozens of glistening coins, clamoring - but their voice was silenced when the tall one picked them up by the throat.

​The large figure left towards Glennwood's End, but I won't follow. Let sleeping dogs lie, I say...