“No, mercenaries also treat those that do them favours with a bit of respect, and I have been doing that while I have been busy.” Zya suspected that whatever it was he had been doing, she was about to find out. “The mercenaries I have seen are bound by some rule or other to remain in the confines of the guild. They are a rowdy lot, bullies all, but they have needs. I have made it my job to supply them with those things.”
“What things?” Zya asked warily, not sure that she wanted to hear the answer.
“Bottles of drink, tobacco, things that they sniff and then sit there looking like grinning fools. Those are the favourites. One time I even managed to sneak in a woman.”
“Why, was she the wife of one of them?”
Ju smirked at the innocent suggestion. “Not quite, Zya. Let us just say that when
