Monday, June 9
Baumann's Prize: Part 1a – Rudolph’s Exotic Book Shoppe
At random intervals, people who looked more like derelicts than scholars wandered in and out of the shop. They entered the shop in a rush and cast furtive glances in all directions as they approached the entrance. Patrons leaving the shop seemed disoriented or drunk, often stumbling in the street.
“I’m going in invisible.” Kham tapped a clear vial in one hand with his thumb. “Sebastian, Beldin, you go in and say the passphrase: I’d like to see your exotic-book reading room, please. I’ll sneak in behind you.”
“I recommend we all keep our cloaks up and scarves across our noses,” said Sebastian. “If those mercenaries really were working for this Well-Dressed Man, they may know what we look like.”
“And THAT’S not suspicious.” Ilmarė’s arms were crossed.
“Trust me, the clientele here all looks like that,” said Kham. [MORE]
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