The dawn dawned cool and gray as the Autumn Dawn. Glen was a shifty man. He had his shifty ways and never looked at you straight, always looked at you from an angle that made you think somethin’ was goin’ on. And indeed somethin’ WAS goin’ on as Glen’s lil Wayward Spirit smugglin’ operation was well-oiled and well-greased and well on its way to becomin’ a fully fledged underground system.

He snuck through the cellar of the Ragged Maiden in a carefully controlled way. He was rather possessed of a certainty that all the guests in the establish were asleep however assumptions get yourself knocked on your head when you’re dealin’ in the underworld.

Glen Blomgrin had never fully extricated hisself from the workings of the underworld in quite the same way Blom had. He was thankful for his brother comin’ to his rescue and pullin’ him outta that tight spot that had landed in their laps near a decade ago now. TRUTH BE TOLD Glen owed his life to Blom so the fact o’ the matter was he felt a flickerin’ flicker of guilt that he was still engaged in this business, doubly so due to what happened to Meia as a result.

Blom was a reformed man by all accounts. All outward accounts, that is, and in most circles that’s the only account worth accountin’. Not all circles though and Glen did indeed still find hisself crossin’ into those from time to time. Not easy to do out here in the Assol Outlands where the most promising leads of any sort were found high in the peaks of the Madman’s Mountains. Wayward Spirits’ strongholds were dotted around the realm, the most difficult of which were indeed them Mountains.

Anyways Glen padded his way through the cellars o’ the Ragged Maiden and made certain his locked boxes o’ Wayward Spirits still had that nice orange glow about ‘em. They tended to fade in the dawn and if they weren’t sealed up by the time the sunshine blasted out from behind the horizon they tended to shrivel up and die and that’s a couple hundred dracoins down the river, true enough.

All the Spirits were quiet in their boxes, orange and warm. His shipments would be going out tonight! He always liked getting this surplus stock out from under the nose of Blom and Hem and Crylax. Glen wished Crylax hadn’t turned up. He wished that urgent anxious man from the Frontier and his past would just up and leave already.