“From your clothes, it looks like you’re a mercenary.”
He blinks now. “What?” His eyes dart down to his dark outfit. “Why do you say that? Have you met many mercenaries before?”
I shrug. “No. But I’ve heard that rogue shifter mercenaries roam the forest. And mercenaries usually wear black clothes, right?”
He stares at me before slowly murmuring, “I suppose they do.”
“So, are you a mercenary?” I ask bluntly. Before he can respond, I quickly add, “I don’t have a lot of money, but I can give you everything I have.” I reach into my bag and bring out a small pouch. Emptying the coins from it, I count them. “Seventeen silver. You can have all of them if you can protect me till I reach Turnville. It’s a human settlement.”
His brows arch, nearly disappearing into his hairline. “You want to pa
