Twenty-Six
Nikki
Autumn 961 MC
Nikki lifted the tankard to her lips, enjoying the aroma of the heady foam on top. She took a swig, knocking back half the cup, then wiped her mouth with a kerchief. She looked at the small cloth, amused that she still clung to the habits ingrained on her by Valmar. She shuddered at the mere thought of the marshal-general, then took another gulp to finish off her ale, this time willing herself to use her arm to wipe her mouth like she used to.
It felt wrong, and she chided herself for falling back into old habits, but what else could she do? She looked around the tavern, taking in its patrons. She had started using this as her base of operations four days ago, and now, with a few coins in her purse, she was feeling much better about her future. She was sa
