"So that's your task, boys. Pure and simple, bring me the Book of Names."
It had taken Malice some time to locate the old Book of Names. Until earlier in the week, he didn't really believe it existed, now he not only knew it did, but where it was located. Rennago was a collector, of the odd, the esoteric, the exotic, and of course the ancient. How he came to own the book was unimportant. How he would be relieved of it was the uppermost thought in the machinating mind of Malice.
Javis Gan was having a good month. A recent mission at the house of Galen Bar had brought him to the attention of Malice. Unmasking Trivitt Blain as an embezzler and swindler has further promoted him in the eyes of dark Malice, and now he was reaping the rewards. He took the depiction of Rennagos house from Malice without a word. No map this time, not that the last one had been any help. Javis Gan liked to work on the edge, rely on his wits, live dangerous.