THE CRIMSON MOON PACT
"Wren didn't have much say in the matter, once I decided the risk of her walking into this alone outweighed whatever risk I bring by being here."
Something in Halvard's expression shifted, not quite trust, but a reevaluation of some kind, and he gestured them both toward a rough table in the corner of the room. "You're looking for a man called Ashen. I know of him. Everyone in certain circles knows of him, or knew of him, past tense now, because word's gone round the docks in the last week that he's dead. Found in the river two nights ago, throat cut clean enough that it wasn't a fight that killed him. It was a message."