Shivan waited in his shop. He didn’t always meet Séan in his own shop but that was where he’d decided on this week. He sat in the workshop, looking over the weapons sold to him in the last day. There were two, a pocket knife and a dagger. The door was locked. The light was off. Whatever Shivan was inspecting the weapons for, it wasn’t their quality or construction. One needed more light for that.

~ Thyr