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Stefan had remembered himself enough to present himself to Lord Sheldrake, late in the evening and notably worse for wear, to enquire when he might be needed. Sheldrake kindly suggested that lunchtime tomorrow would be soon enough and that he could spend the intervening time with his family.
When Tarkyn arose the next morning for a late breakfast, he found Sheldrake and Jackson waiting for him in the deserted bar of the tavern, drinking coffee. Other customers had already left, either going home the previous night or heading off earlier that morning for their destinations.
“Have you two eaten yet?”
“About two hours ago,” responded Sheldrake dryly. “I have been out for a short walk but since we don’t know why we are here, we have resorted to drinking coffee until you arrived.”
Tarky
