Chorl looked at the foreigner again, then nodded a third time with a sigh. “You’re right. Of course. Thank you. Thank you for everything. It’s not far.”
He led the pirate down the street with one last fearful look at the raging stranger standing in the alley. He didn’t notice the pirate’s wink in the same direction.
They got some stares as they walked into the Grace’s Inn, although it was probably because of their filth, which the drizzle had failed to completely wash off. Tel was doing a little better, but he was still pale and shaking.
They settled into an empty table near the door. The attention wavered, then dropped. The innkeeper—a young man, who looked like he'd spent the first half of his life on the deck of a ship, brought a bottle of local wine and four cups.
“Better make it t
