Ye Olde TavernHis smile never wavered. The candle burned lower, causing flickering shadow dancers in his goatee. He swung around the bar and came toward me.
“Jori was a good friend,” he lamented. “If he felt it in his heart to help ya, than you must be worth helpin'.”
“You mentioned a secret?” I asked.
He leaned in close and lowered his voice to a whisper. “This is actually a place of refuge. The rebels consider me a friend.” He winked.
“I guess that makes you our friend by default,” I replied. I glanced at Vigil who nodded in agreement.
Our conversation was interrupted by a shout outside the tavern. “Fan out and search the area! Check that shed back there, also check those abandoned vehicles.” The voice belonged to Janero.
Vigil grabbed my shoulder and lowered his voice. “We need to
