Jayce nodded. "It's been that way, for a long time." He paused a moment, and then nodded. "I'm glad I can trust you Zanthe. Follow me." He stood, and went towards the back of the shop, a new air about him.
Ray wandered the streets, until he found Jayce's shop. He started towards the door, limping slightly. Ray looked worn, tired, like he'd been through Hell and back.