location: the crow club, mid-morning status: for @alcni
deserted was perhaps too much to hope for of the crow club, even at this strange hour; too late for last night’s crowd and too early for this evening’s. light cut high angles through the windows, casting the table dressings in unfamiliar shades of gray. even when he was alive matthias avoided the floor, little taste for liquor and less for games of chance. clearly daylight did not cleanse the stench of stale drink and desperation.
matthias cut a slow but deliberate path to the back of the club. if kaz was not at the slat then hopefully he was in his den of strange treasures, and maybe then matthias could finally get some answers. he paid little attention to the dotted patrons. none seemed to trigger any recognition, so he was bold enough to hope he might not, either.
naturally, the door to kaz’s office was locked, despite matthias’ repeated jiggling of the handle. just his luck.
