It turns out that saving the day comes at a cost. In this case, my home in Wildrun. Oh, and my freedom.
Keirn called in a few favours with his friend, Fein. In return for a new life and some help hiding the fact that I’m an ink magician, we belong to the elf that runs half of Prague. Some rumours say he runs half the continent. 
There’s an art thief in town, and Fein’s decided it’s my job to find and stop them. I didn’t dare point out that I’m a tattoo magician, not a detective. 
The real problem is, I’m terrified that this is a slippery slope, and I don’t like where it’s going.