Ravin snickered, liking Kat’s direct style more by the minute. “I can give you the gist,” He said, smiling with vague amusement, “Mainly because there are a few details I have yet to work out and I don’t want to say anything I’ll have to retract later.” Ravin put down his glass, going to the wall and pulling down a painting that hung there. He brought it to the table, laying it down for Kat to see. It was the Wendigo, the same painting that he’d show Kasper later on. There was a more complicated story behind the painting, but not one that Kat would need to know for the purposes of this job.

“This is what we’re after. What I have is just a replica of the original; it’s the real painting that I need,” Ravin let Kat look at it, leaning back in his chair. “It’s extremely valuable, not in terms of coin but in terms of power. It’s my hope and suspicion that the owners don’t know its true nature, which should make our job much easier.”