13
THE DRUNKEN MAN
Morweena and Mr Henders quietly sipped the tea Thordric had made them while they watched him untie the drunken man. He put the rope on the table in front of him, a reminder that he could tie him back up again if he tried anything stupid.
Of course, Thordric didn’t really need to tie him up if he did get rowdy; he could always levitate him up to the ceiling and leave him there for a while to cool off, but that wasn’t usually the best way to get answers.
‘So, what is your name? I can’t keep on calling you the drunken man now that I’ve erased all the alcohol in your body,’ Thordric said.
The man stopped grinning and sat up seriously. He frowned, flexing all the muscles in his body, looking confused. ‘How did you do that?’ he asked, his voice surprisingly soft.
‘I gave
