Copper lived above his candle shop. It wasn’t much of a dwelling. There was the one room with a table and two chairs, a lumpy bed on a wood frame, and little else. The impressive part was the bookcase that lined the walls. Copper had hundreds of books. Mykal shook his head in disbelief, but didn’t say anything.
“I understand there are three more of you,” Copper said.
“They are outside,” Blodwyn said.
Copper pulled a tin can from a shelf in the kitchen area and dropped the purse of coins inside before replacing it. “Well. As you can see, we can’t all fit in here. Why don’t we go across the street? The tavern isn’t much either, but they’ve got ale and bread, and goat meat.”
Mykal dropped a hand over his stomach, unable to muffle the long and loud rumble.
“Sounds like the lad is hungry.”
