Lower Tadfield Safehouse

Wensley followed Ishtar across the room, looking at the few interesting people who had begun to mill in and out of the Lobby. Dinnertime, probably. He wondered idly whether there was a decent chef here. He would probably find out soon enough.

An hour ago he hadn't even realised this place existed. It's strange where life will take you, he thought as his companion rang the bell impatiently.