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WOLFE
Fares is quite taken with the chambermaid he met yesterday. Why shouldn’t he be? She’s ginger-haired, like him, and drunk. His favorite kind of bedmate.
Wolfe is sitting at the end of the bar, watching them flirt over the spine of his Histories, and wishing he and Fares had bought two separate rooms. Now he’ll be stuck in the tavern all night, unless he leaves quickly and locks the crown prince out.
He’s half-tanked himself, and has been having an okay time. He did none of the games last night, but he’s in a better mood today, now some new Champions have arrived who are younger than him and just as lean.
He’s tried his hand at darts, and been a winner twice. He’s stood outside in the warm, pine-scented air and watched the archers. He’s even cheered for Cody – he likes
