16
WOLFE
The Fang and Talon is just a block over from the Beast of Breath. Fares says it’s the best tavern in town.
“I’m not in the mood to drink,” Wolfe says.
“Well I’m not in the mood to stay in Yurka unless you’re drunk,” Fares says. “Now take a bath, you mope, and let’s have some fun.”
Wolfe knows he’s being poor company, now this adventure feels more like a chore. He can’t recall a single knight in a single fairy tale that dragged his feet or complained so much, so he tries to step high like a stallion instead. Like a Champion.
He does feel a little bit better after he’s washed his hair and brushed his teeth and put a fresh pair of trousers on. He admires himself in the mirror.
“What do you think?” he says to Fares, who’s sitting behind him on the edge of the bed – the roo
