The news of a man caught scamming the system burned through the darkness of the Pinprick Slum as intensely as any lightbringer’s candle, and grew to a Rat Warren-wide event, even attracting denizens as far off as Gutterway, Slag Town, and URP. It’d all started when the local rat lord, a gangster-...
His marine escort said little on the trip down the ladderwell afterwards, only offering a thinly veiled warning when he stated, “You’re to remain in the mess until otherwise instructed; is that clear…sir?” Thinking back on it, Bar thought the inclusion of ‘sir’ a rather trite afterthought. Sittin...