The Nightcap turned the bag upside down, letting its contents spill and scatter across the concrete, bouncing off cold limbs sprawled in the way. A better mugger knew to leave the scene before taking inventory, but the hat-shaped monster didn't know any better. Why should it? It had very few consequences in the past, in Olvoski.

Here, though, was a different story developing. Yet like most creatures of habit, its behavior was hard to shake, even with the little shocks and jolts along the way.

It made the looting all the more a thrill, actually. It–

Oooh. This one is shiny.