Chapter 10There was no doubt in Frye’s mind that magic was at work here. No other explanation fit. Markle was not his type. Magic would be the only draw.
Frye led Markle out of the room and down the narrow stairwell. As he promised, the clientele downstairs had increased—if not in respectability, at least in numbers.
Without waiting to gauge Markle’s reaction to the patrons, Frye advanced on the innkeeper. Master Endova at the Rooster’s Caw last night had been hesitant to allow them to perform. Frye had known he’d be able to charm the man to Frye’s way of thinking. Looking at this skinny fellow, Frye doubted his own skills.
“Good innkeeper,” Frye greeted with a bow.
The man grunted and narrowed his eyes. “What?”
“My brother and I wish to perform for your esteemed guests.”
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