Chapter Twenty-Eight
Searon watched his brother with keen interest. It had been many years since he saw him last, and so many things had changed. Yet at the same time, many things remained the same. His hair fell short and dirty blond with stubble on his face. Years back, when he had been young, it seemed no matter what he tried no facial hair would grow. Searon smiled at the fond memories.
“How have you been, Noraes?”
He stared around the lively pub his brother had taken him to. Serving maids patrolled the dirty green wooden floors, dodging spilled mugs of ale to bring fresh ones to customers. Several of them flinched as their bottoms were pinched, but none shrieked out. It appeared to be a too common thing for them, like they had grown used to sore bottoms. The crowd cheered at the ju
