Got paid. Lost half of it at dice. Asgenar looked at me like he was going to say something. He didn’t. Smart man.
The job itself was clean enough — caravan escort, two days on the road, one nervous merchant who kept asking if we’d done this before. We had. He didn’t need to know the details.
The dice game was my own fault. I knew the bastard was cheating by the third round. I kept playing anyway.