After a quick glance at the pile of coins, the bartender looked around the room a bit, then pointed at a corner. “See the deer back there?” she said. “With the notch in her antlers?”

“Rangifera. Bit of a mercenary, but don’t call her that. Good fighter, loyal, good rates, and she knows people who know people. If you can’t get everyone you need through her, you won’t find them here. And…” She swapped the bits with a steaming mug of cider.