Mallory drew out the letter from Kruth, handing it over, relieved she didn’t have bad news for Grotmur. “Your brother’s safe now.”
Grotmur took the letter, opening it up, his lips moving as he read it. He looked at them. “You saved my brother’s life. How can I ever thank you? I don’t know how many times I’ve told him that job wasn’t for him. Being a guard at a mine is one of the worst possible jobs. Extremely dangerous.”
“He survived being attacked by thirty goblins,” Brodie said. “I reckon he did pretty good.”
Grotmur slipped the letter into a pocket. “Thirty. That’s terrible.” He held out five silver pieces. “I feel like I should be paying you far more than this, but it’s all I can afford.”
Mallory took the coins. “It’s more than enough. We were happy to help. And Kruth is a lot mor
