Chapter 12
We meet Bruce’s guide just south of Toupee Lane, in the same residential district that houses the villa entrance to Ristoph’s underground house of fun. It’s several hours before dawn. The sky above is as clear as a sociopath’s conscience. I have my backpack and walking stick. Jamis has a backpack as well, presumably for the explosives. Other than that, we’re traveling light but dressed for war.
My traveling clothes—the only clothes I have—are not as sturdy as armor but thick enough to provide some protection. No one offered to give me anything better. Bruce wears a lamellar breastplate looted from the city guard over a padded shirt, a shortspear strapped to his back. He plays with a knife as we wait. Reges is mostly swallowed by her black robes.
And the Troll…the Troll’s prod
