Chapter Twenty-Four
Searon, Karceoles, and Xython sat alone around a table in the back corner of the common room of the Dancing Donkey. Silence surrounded them, as even the inn owner and most of the serving maids had gone off to bed. Only two remained; one continued wiping the tables and cleaning the floor. She smiled at the three men from time to time but left them alone after they said they wouldn’t care for a drink. The other was the same redheaded maid with the white hat they had spoken to before. She knelt next to Searon, cleaning his wound and bandaging it. Searon and Karceoles puffed on their pipes as they leaned back in their chairs. Karceoles’s pipe stretched thrice the length as Searon’s with a long stem which he held nearly two spans from his face. Xython watched the two carefu
