The Dongrel
The streets of Sykor were dangerous at night, the footfalls of thieves and cutpurses as common as those of innocent citizens, but nowhere was the danger more prevalent than in the Dongrel quarter. A wagger's den was safer than the Dongrel at night, and no one ventured there alone. Even in pairs men took their lives in hand, treading narrow streets strewn with refuse, and alleys teeming with human waste.
Garbed in black, Rhaven was but a shadow on the walls, and only that by the grace of the moon's light. A pouch baited with coin hung from his belt, but the sword on his back and the two sai at his side were enough deterrent for even the most desperate of souls. Few men carried both weapons, and those that did lost even fewer fights. When you need to catch a rat, bring some che
