Chapter 3When Markus woke for the second time, he was alone. He lay still for a moment, wondering if he had made the right decision in the middle of the night. I could have killed him in at least three ways while he slept, he thought to himself. But what would I do then? Steal his clothes and weapons and run, out into a country where I know no one and have no idea where to go? I don’t like this but it still might be that the smartest thing I can do right now is grin and bear what I have to until I can figure out where I am and what to do. He pulled the bath robe straight around himself, and, hearing noises in the outer room, went to see what was happening. He found food on the table, and an older man with a pronounced limp moving around and tidying up the room.
“Hella, I’m Asta, Cap’n Tro
