" Can you tell me who he was?" she asked, passing over the token."Not a thief, if that was what you were thinking," he replied and handed the token ba...k after examining both sides. "It has the markings of Cat Harbor, far to the east but it is not the token of a thief. You need to stop and see a Master Darius Greystone in Aithen. Tell him who you are and show him that token. I am pretty sure you killed an assassin, Master Darius will know what to do." Is there going to be problems?" Anastasia. Along one wall was a St Andrew’s cross. Next to the cross was a stainless steel crash cart with a red cross on the side and several drawers. Bottles of lotions, lubricants, jars containing various sized and types of condoms, alcohol pad packets, and two colors of gloves, latex and nitrile, black and purple. On the other side of the room was a short wide metal cage with an opening to allow a slave’s head to protrude and lock in place. The cage was obviously heavy, made of thick black steel bars. “These girls have next to nothing on,” Mrs. Hannigan wasn’t going to argue about the music after she noticed we were wearing nothing but sponges.“They have on more than most at the beach, and they’d be happy to wash your car next when they finish with mine,” my mom smiled at her.“Oh no, I won’t accept any labor in exchange for the rent which is due promptly on the first,” she reminded my mother.“Completely free of charge just to be neighborly,” My mom offered our services to the mean old biddy.. After all, she was the headliner.When the giant motorhome rolled up to the front of the store on Saturday afternoon, I carried her bag and her wardrobe down the stairs for her. I kissed and hugged her as she prepared to board under the watchful eye of Crystal. I wished her luck and watched as the big, custom-built unit pulled away. I stood there until it disappeared around the corner before slowly trudging up the stairs to my apartment, now empty of life once more.I played a few more gigs with.