I wonder if this guy will be important?
The apprentice looked both ways. “My master was at first ashamed. And, now that the shame has festered, he seeks revenge. The Kee that humiliated him, his name is known. They call him Jefsin-Fankin. You know the name?”
Jak and I exchanged glances, for we did. The scum that floated at the top of the Razor District was like the tides; eternal, but ever-changing. But Fankin’s name had been bandied about there for over a year now. He was known to the Guardians, but never for anything worth risking a fight over. But if he was shaking down and stealing from folk not his kind… “The name is known to us,” I said. “But he is the business of Guardians, not honest traders.”
“I know that,’ the apprentice said. “My master does not. He is wild to take us, and whoever is willing to go, and go lynch Jefsin-Fankin on the nearest gallows. ‘Just like the old days,’ he said last night, while in his cups. ‘We taught the Kee how to mind us then, we did.’”