Preconceptions
Despite being deathly tired, I think it important for Bob to pay another visit to Sir Arynn.
After the pub closes I climb up to his window as usual and knock. This time I wait for him to open it. I’m happy to see he remained careful and greets me with a sword to my throat. He doesn’t remove it until I say my usual password: “Hi, I’m Bob.” Heavens, what is wrong with me that I’m glad about a blade at my neck?
Hearing my voice the knight puts up his weapon and offers me a place to sit at my usual chair.
“I won’t stay long, I wanna go to sleep.” I say looking under the bed and into the closet. “I wanted you to know Lord Virion sent the antidote. He is not your enemy and doesn’t want you dead. ‘You’re a worthy opponent.’” I try to imitate his voice.
He looks perplexed. “Isn
