Norn troubles (Trick)
Dyson headed to the Dal as Quick as possible. When he arrived, he rushed inside. “Trick!” He said a bit loud. “We need to talk.” He said as he walked over to the bar. “Its about the text messages i sent you earlier. We need to speak privately.” Dyson said to Trick in a hushed voice.
Trick jolted, his attention having been encompassed by his scrubbing of the bar. He looked up at a distressed Dyson, perplexed.
“Of course. Downstairs. Now.”
Trick left the bar, hoping one of his attendants would take over swiftly. He led the way downstairs into the room that doubled as his home.