Dorian had jumped down from the platform the moment Quinlan mentioned valuables and was striding through the crowd toward the residential district with his brother Havel scrambling to keep up.
"The good dishes," Dorian was saying as he walked. "Mother's ring. Father's tools. The strongbox under the kitchen floorboard."
"I know where the strongbox is!" Havel protested.
"You didn't know where it was when you were alive. I hid it after you spent our savings on that horse."
"That horse was a sound investment!"
"It died three weeks later, Havel."
"… pure bad luck, I'm telling you."
"Bad luck? No, it had an 'eating moldy grain because you couldn't afford a stable' condition. Left! We're turning left. The shortcut through the tanner's alley."
