Hinter Wizard
David Jones
Promathan Kurent tied his horse next to three others at a hitching post along the wet, cobblestone street. He had considered paying to stable the hateful creature, he disliked the idea of leaving his saddlebags unattended, but he couldn’t spare the coin. Besides, the town of Halesford looked reasonably safe, and anyone who stole the spiteful mare deserved what they got. She tried nipping his ear, but he dodged the attempt, mindful of her evil ways.
A constable dressed in leather, a blackjack tied at his waist, stood nearby. He eyed Promathan. “You an exterminator?”
“Yeah.” Promathan withdrew his staff from the special saddle holster he had commissioned of an elf artisan in Vaelkesh.
The constable placed a hand on his weapon, his dark eyes gone wide. “That’s a
