CHAPTER FIFTEEN
“How much will all that and two rooms cost me?” Tegan wondered.
“Twenty silver pieces.”
Tegan’s mouth dropped open. “That much?”
“They were some nice chairs. Handcrafted and everything,” MacAlistair pointed out.
Tegan narrowed his eyes at his old friend. “Are meals still included?”
“As much as even you can eat, dragon.”
Tegan furrowed his brow but reached into his shirt. I couldn’t believe my eyes when he drew out a small satchel from the depths of his flat front. He opened the purse and poured out a handful of sparkling coins. Some were gold but most were silver or bronze.
Tegan counted out the coins and many of the silver ones vanished into the large palm of MacAlistair. The innkeeper pocketed the money and grinned. “I’ll get two of the best rooms ready.
