Chapter Seven
“Ector hasn’t flashed his moonstone this morning,” Chekwe whispered.
Hunter frowned. “Maybe he just took it off to take a bath.”
“Ector take a bath? That’s funny. Probably got stolen by some other drunk.”
“Or he’s dead.”
“Nothing we can do about it now. We’ve got goblins to chase,” Chekwe grinned in the early dawn light.
“I made a deal with Dahlia. She gets to go home, and Paul gets to come with us. As a sort of hostage.”
Chekwe shrugged. “If he can use that crossbow I don’t care. As long as he can keep up. Say,” he changed the subject, “feels nice to have a woman cooking for us, huh?”
Hunter looked over at the cookfire. Dahlia was up and had stirred the coals and built a little fire. She was heating up some leftover beans and some bits of dried meat she had in her ba
