Mallory looked Roast up and down. From his dejected walk and mournful expression, she guessed he hadn’t been able to buy a fire resist amulet. She sighed heavily. “We’ll have to go after the smugglers if we want to help Art.”
Roast dropped into a seat, slumping. “I’ll never be able to save Merry. She’ll be lost to me forever.”
“We’ve been talking about dealing with the smugglers,” Mallory said.
“The mage said there are probably fifteen to twenty smugglers. Possibly more. How can you survive against so many smugglers?” Roast slowly shook his head. “I should have known.”
“Are they all in the one area?” Ryan asked.
Elodie brought over three of the plates of food, the blacksmith heading out the door as she did. “If you’re looking for a map of the caves, you should talk to the trader. He
