“It’d be such a shame if anything were to happen to your shop because we couldn’t be around to keep it safe, now wouldn’t it? Why, All-Maker forbid, something might happen to you.” By now the pony was utterly blubbering, looking left and right, wondering where the guards were. He needn’t have bothered. Sharpclaw knew the streets too well, knew exactly which guards who’d give enough of a damn to come looking if someone called and which ones to avoid. More importantly, he always knew where and when they were hovering about. There would be no help coming, and even if it did, it would be too late. Everygriffon there knew it.