He was re-buttoning his pants when there came another knock on the door.
“Enter.”
Mastin thumbed the latch and peeked in. Yulen waved for him to come inside. “Lock the door,” he instructed Paxton, who was behind the man. The soldier raised a surprised eyebrow and glanced at Mastin, but set the bar anyway.
Grabbing a fried frog leg, Yulen waved a hand at the tray. “Help yourselves.”
“No, thank you,” Mastin responded.
The comment made Yulen grin. It was typical of them.
“Go ahead, Cole. I know you’d like a mug of the ale.”
Not surprisingly, both men eventually partook of the over-abundant tray. The battle lord parked himself in the chair by the window. The two men sat on the edge of the bed, facing him. He gave them a couple of minutes to enjoy their food before he spoke again.
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