“You’re in an adventure,” Lorre said, “even if we’re on the way to your home. Do you realize everything you’ve done? You—and you’re what, barely out of university?—walked down to Averene and—”
“I did get a ride part of the way. With a hay wagon going south.”
“That makes the story even better.—And you asked point-blank about one of their greatest enemies, you went into the Dark Quarter and wandered around asking about magical maps, you found a ship willing to take you because they didn’t think you’d succeed but you amused them. And then, when you, against all odds, found the powerful sorcerer you were seeking, you singlehandedly talked him into coming home with you.”
Gareth’s expression was priceless.
“Guess who’s going to be in ballads now,” Lorre said.
“No.”
“Oh yes.”
“But. I’m not
