Vargoth walked into Bella's Bar, not surprised to see Victor sitting in his habitual corner. Men seek safety in familiarity He thought back to the smugglers from which he had obtained some Ylistrium. They were a little too full of themselves, Vargoth and decided. Felt like they had power. Well, they did have power. And in Banlew, power is meant to be shared

Vargoth brought two beers over to Victor, keeping one for himself but handing the other over. "I have a job, if you are willing to take it. It's dangerous, but if you manage to pull it off you wouldn't have to worry about money for a year."

Vargoth leaned forward on the table, gauging Victor's reaction. Time to do some sharing.