Hm. He'd have to keep an eye on that one.
With a tired sigh, Darius slumped back into his chair. Sin whined and nosed his hand, licking at his fingertips. He patted the jackal's head. "It's alright, boy. Just need some rest..."
Rest he just wasn't going to get. By the time he'd finished the paperwork he'd been putting off, dawn was breaking and Sin had curled up on his feet, fast asleep.
With a huff, Darius gathered a coin purse and slipped out of the back door of the brothel, leaving a not for Tamina telling her to mind the shop while he made his way to the slave markets to pick up his purchase.