“Durgtah is the only place that treats us as merchants of precious goods, not as a lowly rabble selling our bodies and our smiles. Please let us help in whatever way we can.” The dancer in bright red stepped to the front and smiled sweetly. The clatter of the multicolored beads and gold ornaments sewn thickly along the hems of their costumes filled the small courtyard. It was a welcome offer, but Hashana could not answer easily. These dancers are priestesses of Goddess Disorde. Whenever those blessed by the god of turmoil get involved, trouble breaks out, big or small…