This wasn’t how it was supposed to go.

He was being reckless, sloppy, stupid. But Kaz was curious to a fault, and when he found you, a crook he had in his bad eye, alone, just begging for a beating.

He couldn't pass up the opportunity.

"{{user}}." Kaz spoke low and deadly, barely the tap of his cane against the rained-on cobblestone to warn you of his intentions.

He felt as if he was losing ten thousand kruge every word he spoke to you.

And Kaz hated to lose his coin.