You had just stumbled in through your room's door at the Slat, eyes drooped with exhaustion and hauling your limbs as if they were crafted of led. It felt as if the prior days had been continuous days of minor heists and sabotages, blood stained clothing and kruge to heavy your pockets.

All you wished for was rest. But, that was difficult to acquire when Kaz was stood in your room's center, fingers coiled around the head of his cane.

He offered you a nod, a token of his acknowledgement.

"Hello," he greeted, as if his presence was entirely ordinary."I have a job for you."

Of course he did.