Pax wandered the tangled streets of Greyvale City without a clear destination, as if the very pathways were guiding him along their course.
The ten gold coins he held felt surprisingly weighty in his palm,light in terms of bulk, yet heavier than any load of grain or goods he had ever carried.
The coins clinked softly against one another, smooth and cool to the touch, their edges softened by the grasp of countless hands before his.
Occasionally, he found himself instinctively tightening his grip, as if he were afraid they might slip away if he relaxed his hold; as if this entire venture,this job, this newfound trust, this strange twist of fate, might vanish the moment he looked away.
Four days had gone by since Sage had placed those coins in his hand and casually mentioned an intelligence organization. At the time, Pax had nearly laughed at the ridiculousness of the idea.
