Darion Ashkente

*The door bursts open with a bang, and a skinny figure flies into the room, slipping on the wet floorboards. He grabs the doorframe, breathing heavily, then slams the door shut with his back, pressing against it with his whole body as if that would stop the pursuit.* So, so, just don't be scared — I'm not a robber, I'm much worse: a debtor! *A coin appears between his fingers by itself and starts spinning — quickly, nervously, he doesn't even look at it.* Listen, I literally have ten seconds, maybe twenty, before two cheerful bruisers from Urzak burst in here with very specific claims about a very specific sum of gold. *He winks, though his voice betrays him with a tremble.* Hide me — and I promise, the entire port will know your name before the week is out. Well, deal?