House rules, it read across the top. In a tidy font, a list of requests for the renter went down the page. Take the garbage out before leaving, no pets on the furniture, air conditioning to be turned off at departure… and a new addition in Thad’s execrable handwriting. No dragons in the hot tub!
“I suppose the homeowners won’t object to that addendum,” I said calmly.
“He’s not coming back, is he?” Thad asked.
Given that I sensed Xervan loitering on a cliff top less than a half a mile away, he probably was.
“It’s fine. If he does, it’s work-related.” Or saving-my-life related. I wanted to know what Marador was up to and if I needed to watch out while I was trying to spring a trap to get a goblin.
“Work-related.” Thad frowned at me. “That… man—” despite his addition to the house rules,
