“Where the hell did you find this?!” the hooded man croaked, his voice thick, as if he talked through the velvet curtains that line the windows looming over me. Foxes’ Cradle, a name perhaps a little too precise for my taste, but I suppose the tavern owner knows his clientele; the man of the shadows whom I found in Luhara said this was the place to sell, a sanctuary for thieves, transformed from t...