The lady led this time, picking a path with easy familiarity but little care for stealth. At the third turn, Corin had to catch her waist and drag her back behind a wall while half a dozen guards passed on patrol. Instead of thanks, she grunted her indignation, and set off again a moment later. Corin struggled to believe this reckless girl could be related to the legendary Avery. Founder of the Nimble Fingers. According to their lore, Avery had robbed kings and pickpocketed the gods. Corin nearly missed a step as the words struck him. Gods walked these streets, after all. It could very well be true. But Avery had built a network of thieves and fences that spanned the world. He’d laid out the rules that governed life outside the gods’ law, and those rules had governed Corin’s world until the day he took to sea. Every city in the world had some shady tavern where the Nimble Fingers met, but Corin had not expected one in this time and place.
