“Mavra's?” Both Tarim and Zya exclaimed. When Darrow looked at them in surprise, Tarim elaborated. “Mavra was the name of one of our companions, currently leading what could be called a potential band of her own.”
“Well this Mavra isn't her, I can tell you that much. She is as big as me, and most probably as strong. She has also been a mercenary for the past twenty years. Certainly not one you want to mess with. But as for the children, they are safe as long as they keep their noses clean and do what they are paid to do.” Darrow rose from his seat. “Look, I must go. It's been nice seeing you all again. I am a sucker for a family reunion, but I have my own people to look after. Do not worry about Ju, he will be ok. But do not go anywhere near the mercenary guild again, not for any reason.
