The fences of Punjar are infamous for their cunning and greed, and Ogo is no exception. Operating under the guise of a jeweller, Ogo does a brisk trade in stolen goods, enjoying the protection of a gang of bravos and thugs.
But even the wary eye of a gang boss is no promise of surety in Punjar’s deadly environs. For the last month, no one has seen or heard from Ogo. The jeweller’s door is barred., his shutters locked, and no smoke escapes the shop’s chimney. Like ravens circling a stinking carcass, the bravos and pinch thieves of the Souk smell a fortune for the taking.
All that is required is a band of rogues audacious enough to cross Ogo, skillful enough to survive his house of traps, and lucky enough to make it out alive.