“Pardon?” asked the elf.
“You heard me.”
Clarice knew what Efren was aiming for. “What do you want in return?”
Efren narrowed his eyes, looking at the elf. “A collar.”
“Absolutely not; the King has f*******n us from bringing them into the city... it’s dangerous,” she said firmly.
“That’s my price, Vagabond. I’m not a smuggler,” he said.
“Okay, okay, you’ll get your collar,” she said. She really could not do without the powder.
“Great,” Efren smiled. “Out of the way!” he said, gesturing for Clarice and Kaj to move, and pushing them into a corner.
“I need space to work.” He paused for a moment to think. “...Come back tomorrow.”
Back at the tavern, Kaj was once again uneasy. Everything was happening so quickly, and faster every day. He decided to violate the King’s orders, and withou
