With Coalpaw’s right to do business in the Undermarket restored, we spent several more hours meeting and speaking with various characters, each one less savoury than the other, and by the time we were finished I was exhausted. My body ached from our earlier battle with the monster and the exertions of the last few days were beginning to take their toll on me. What I wanted, more than anything, was to lounge in a hot bath, curl into bed, and just ignore the world for a decade or two. None of those were possible in the immediate future, I knew. There was no way I was going to visit a public bathhouse, certainly not while maintaining my low-born act, so a bath was out of the question, but while the bed at the Anchor was hardly comfortable it did seem extremely inviting in my mind’s eye.
Having found a fence to work with, and reassured by Coalpaw’s endorsement of him, we had handed the satchel and its precious contents over to the leering asura. The floppy-eared pirate had grinned viciously, but assured us our payment would be forthcoming the next day as he handed us what I understood to be collateral in the form of a heavy bag of coins. It was strange, not having the sword hilt with us anymore, and as we left the bustling stall I felt as though we had forgotten something with its absence.