Chapter 16As soon as they reached Highvale, they went to the inn where they had stayed before going into the mountains.
“Renard, my friend,” the innkeeper said as soon as he saw the mercenary. “What luck, if any?”
Renard smiled, and introduced him to Symounde, adding, “Do not call him master. He abhors the word.”
“Indeed. If you must give me at title, it would be Sorcerer.”
“A true sorcerer? I thought they only existed in children’s stories,” the innkeeper said, bowing to Symounde.
“Not at all. We, the few of us there are, are living breathing humans like you.”
“Hardly like me. I’m a mere innkeeper, nothing more.”
Symounde smiled. “A most valuable and esteemed profession, especially if your inn happens to have rooms for us, a decent garderobe, and I devoutly hope a washing room as w
