Chapter FifteenSaram was not called away immediately, but eventually, as Garth was beginning to feel rather soggy from the vast amount of ale he had consumed, someone came looking for the interim baron. A jurisdictional dispute had developed between two of his ad hoc ministers.
Garth watched him go, taking Frima with him, and marveled that he could walk straight. The human had consumed ale mug for mug with him, and if Garth was feeling the effects, then surely, he thought, the much smaller human should be staggering drunk. It did not occur to him that he had been drinking earlier as well, before picking up the sword, while Saram had not.
It was the middle of the evening and the tavern was crowded; nonetheless, as usual, the Forgotten King was alone at his table in the corner beneath the
