“That it should come to this,” murmured Balthazar bitterly. “Running errands for a baker and crime lord.” “And those are just my hobbies,” said Frigo, mildly. “I will need equipment.” “Marangon can get you anything.” “Highly specialised equipment.” “Marangon can get you anything.” “We bring you this box.” Jakob took one deliberate step forwards, towards the altar stone. One step and he stopped. “You organise us passage to Troy.”
