Invitation~
Tobias Buchanan
Rosemarsh, New Rhynn
Tobias counted out the coins. The last spun and wobbled to a stop on his desk.
Horace Penniman blinked.
“Innis gold falkenders, not company marks,” said Tobias. “I’m buying the inn. You have a week to pack.”
“This is preposterous,” Penniman sputtered. “I have no intention of selling the inn.”
“Butterfield and Crickhowell had their boys here the next day making apologies. I gave you ample time to do the same.” He wrote out a bill of sale and set it on top of the coins. “I want you and your bigotry out of New Rhynn by week’s end.”
“You can’t do this. I… I’ll file a complaint.”
“With whom? Malatchee Mico?” Tobias leaned his elbows on the desk and laced his fingers. “Don’t waste his time. I am responsible for New Rhynn.”
Penniman pulle
