Beldak’s words made the guard laugh, “Meat and fish, the boss is into art, silks, all the fine stuff that the rich pay through the nose for.<br/>If you don’t fancy lugging stuff then they might need night watchmen, things grow legs and wander off into the night otherwise.”<br/><br/>There was a snigger from the same card player, “Aye and things do that here too. But the boss has really locked up his wine cellar and his study when he went away this time. Stop bottles of wine getting mysteriously empty on the racks.”  He gave the guard the eye as if disappearing wine could be laid at his feet.<br/><br/>The guard made a gesture with his hand towards his companion, probably not a polite one. The he nodded at Beldak and Hextehe, “You two OK, only I have me a paid of suckers just dying to give me their money.” The other man spoke up, “Only in your dreams, when you see this hand you will weep.”<br/>