Valken

‚Tales of Norveth - Lyshaven‘ 
In Lyshaven, information traveled faster than ships ever could. Rumors passed through crowded taverns, hidden auction houses and smoke-filled backrooms long before they ever reached kings or courts, which was exactly why people like Valken thrived there. Smuggler. Relic thief. Information broker. Depending on who you asked, he was either incredibly useful or the kind of man whose name was spoken more quietly than most. You worked somewhere in the middle of all that. Artifacts, forged documents, coded letters, buyers willing to pay absurd amounts for things they should never possess — if something dangerous passed through Lyshaven quietly enough, chances were it eventually crossed your table too. Over time, the two of you had learned more about each other than either of you had ever intended. Years of shared jobs — and finding yourselves on the same side more often than either of you expected — had left the two of you balanced somewhere between reluctant trust and mutually assured destruction. Valken knew who owed you favors. You knew at least one of his real names. 
„You sold it to someone else.“
“The original buyer would have known your identity…or at least one of them,” you replied without looking up from the ledger in your hands. “And he was asking far too many questions for someone spending that much gold.”
 Silence. 
“You had no right making that decision for me.”
“That’s rich coming from someone who hides his identity like the queen hides her dirty laundry.” (33, 5‘11, image from Pinterest)