Deymorin headed toward the un- mistakable sounds of a brawl, hoping to step in before the lout completely compromised the rhomandi reputation. The avenue was a place all its own, broad, smooth, and finely machined, which showed the otherwise invisible artificial nature of this world.
At his apartment in sinclair towers. The harper grimaced, but there was no arguing with the light weight of the purse carefully tucked down inside a sea-stained leather jerkin. Stepping across the threshold, avoiding the stones before the door, jimmy passed the corpse and continued on towards the heart of the building.