CHAPTER 4
“How many people do you think are out there?” Nug asked.
“Nug, don’t talk about it. Elijah is nervous enough.” Jory admonished.
Nug turned to Jory, pursing his lips. “I was asking for me, Jor.”
“You? What are you talking about, Nug? You aren’t the one out there performing. You’re helping people to their seats.” Jory replied with an eye-roll.
“Yeah, well, what if I sit someone in the wrong place? What if I sit the Caliph in the wrong place… or his brothers and fathers? Oh gods, I don’t know if I can do this.” Nug cried out.
Elijah stood up lightly kissing Nug on the head, “You’ll do just fine. Hron and his family are sitting at the front table and his name is marked on the tent card. Everyone that reserved a table has a tent card with their name on it.”
“But, how do I know
