Mallory stared at her brother. He was enjoying himself. It was something she’d never expected to see. Her brother haggling over prices.
“I should be the one crying robbery,” Ahron said. “Two silver pieces and two of the fish you catch that are at least thirty-five centimetres in length.”
“Two coins and two fish? I’d rather walk blind into a horde of goblins. Probably n***d too. One silver piece and one fish,” Brodie said.
“One silver piece and five fish.”
Brodie laughed. “You’re a comedian. One silver piece and four fish.”
Ahron held out his hand. “Done.”
For a moment Brodie looked startled, then he took Ahron’s hand and shook it, a grin forming. He accepted the spyglass in its leather belt holster and handed it to Ryan before turning to Mallory for the money.
She winced at the amo
