I slide the bag across the table, the hooded stranger opposite me peers inside.
“Where the hell did you find this?!” He rasps in a deep voice.
I shifted uncomfortably glancing around the dirty tavern, far to nice for my taste, “I don’t think I’m supposed to tell, I don’t even know what_ it_ is.”
“Good for you, perhaps,” the stranger said, “I suppose you cannot inform me as to who gifted you t...