"No, nothing." Julian gave a respectful nod and left the room, taking the letter back, in case anyone demanded to know who he was and what he was doing here. He put the letter into his pocket. He could tell the Guildmaster and his fellow High Thieves thought he was mad, or arrogant. And arrogant he was, yes, but mad, no. There was more to the world than the standard views of thievery. Vilar's legacy was not just artifacts and ruins above the ground, and Julian aimed to make use of that.

In the meantime, though, he was going to need some kind of accomplice. He ordered a beer and a sandwich, then sat down at a table, scoping the room out.