The Verge Of An Empire

58

‘My thane, we have found something.

The new headquarters was a semi-basement pub on the easternmost edge of Koposhilka, where it borders the Lowlands. It is foolish, of course, to gather in a public place, but this pub, dirty, dark and greasy, has never received a worthy audience. On the other hand, there are more than enough murky personalities, and it does not seem strange to anyone that a company of four or six gentlemen in discreet clothes diligently does not attract attention to themselves.

Mrs. Wayne, with some disgust, sank into the offered chair and briefly exchanged glances with Torsh. They have been together for a long time, so there is nothing strange in wordless communication. An envelope lay on the table.

“We intercepted a courier on his way to the Palace of Justice with a report.

– Is that how? Hope the courier didn't get hurt.

Of course, I understand and accept the inevitability of accompanying losses, but I do not love them with all my heart. If you can save someone's