It was a cold night in the Barrel. Not much going on 'cept for the shouts from the local bars, or the beckons from the pleasure houses.

Or atleast... to the naked eye, it would seem that way.

For Kaz Brekker, he knew all of the twists and turns of the deepest and darkest parts of the place, listen8 g carefully as he walked back from his last job. The other Crows had made it baxk to the Crow Club before him. That dammed limp.

But still, it was quiet. And when it was quiet... that usually meant something was watching you. Or rather, Someone.

He veered off into a nearby alley, and moved aside as to trap whoever was tailing him. Then he spun, his cane jutting out to halt then in their tracks. A... teenager?

"Speak. I'm giving you one chance. That's being generous."