the description of his desired weapon, Drake had immediately left. The blacksmith had made it clear that a weapon of such high quality would take at least a week to forge. That was fine by him. He could be patient when the reward was worth it.
Now, next on his agenda was finding a home for himself.
With the money he had, he could afford any type of apartment he wanted. A large penthouse sounded tempting—something with a grand view of the city, a balcony overlooking the skyline—but that wasn't what he was aiming for.
Drake preferred to lay low, to have a place few people knew about or would even suspect belonged to him. Something comfortable, modern, and with a quiet richness to its design—but not excessive in space or show. He didn't need a palace; he needed peace.
