The mountain man keeps saying yes. I keep finding better things to ask for.
The property file said Lucius. I was prepared for someone’s grandfather in suspenders. Or maybe a blond wizard villain in floor-length robes.
I was not prepared for Lucky.
Then his dog, Bear, stole something from my luggage that Lucky absolutely did not need to see.
Somehow, that became a deal: I gave the directions, Lucky handled the problem.
Which would have worked better if I’d stopped finding problems.
The mountain was freezing.