Thomas peeked around the edge of the portal and surveyed the disarray of the captain’s quarters. Even with the spilled food and shattered pottery, ’twas clear the captain lived well.
Though that was hardly Thomas’s concern. He could smell stewed meat, and that was enough to make his belly complain. Marika’s stomach grumbled from behind him, and he glanced back to find her hand clamped over her midsection. They shared a smile and Thomas indicated she should remain outside the chamber. At her nod, he crept into the room.
The captain lay on one side of the chamber. Thomas wondered for a heartbeat what had transpired here, then reminded himself that the doings of others were not his trouble.
Though he ensured the captain was alive. The man had a bruise rising on his temple but otherwise app
