CHAPTER 17
Rory followed Longinus through the streets, glancing about uneasily. He was dressed so extravagantly, he might as well have had a sign tacked to his back asking someone to rob him. He had on wide ochre pantaloons in the fashion of Kushania and a matching open vest that was richly embroidered. His fingers were covered in heavy rings, and the decorative scimitar at his hip was crusted with gems.
“Ain’t you afraid someone’s going to attack you for the jewels?” asked Rory, pointing at the scimitar.
“Anyone can see that they’re fakes. As if anyone would waste jewels on a sword.”
“I dunno… They look pretty real to me. I ain’t getting involved if someone tries to rob you.”
“Thank you, Rory, but I am not in the habit of trusting my security to tiny girls anyway.”
Rory skewered him
