The Crestfall estate in Lanjaar's north quarter was the kind of building that had been designed to communicate something specific about its owner and had been communicating it for long enough that nobody remembered what the original message was supposed to be. Wide facade. Crest above the gate — large, detailed, the crest of people who wanted you to know they had one. Guards who looked at arriving guests the way The Crestfall looked at everything, as if the mere fact of their existence represented an outstanding debt.
The four of them arrived together.
