“Bold?” Raven asks,
turning to face the Author. “Hardly. There's something I need,
and this is a market. The
market, where you can buy anything that's ever been imagined, if you believe the
rumours.”
“But
to use such an entrance, a door, when their master searches for you,
that requires some bravado. And to use it to enter my realm...”
“I
told you, there's something I need,” Raven replies, keeping his
eyes on the crowds and their diverse weaponry. “Something that
would only be traded here.”
“What
makes you think,” the Author of the Market asks, “That I wont
just hand you over to His Lordship to curry favour and be done with
it?”
