“He does,” grunted the dwarf, massaging the back of his skull. “That satchel, the magestone, the daggers…”
“He didn’t swipemine, did he?” asked Gallina anxiously.
The dwarf shook his head, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
“You’re both still alive. So is Luca here,” Iridia observed bitterly. “If our nameless visitor could escape, then he could’ve killed you in your sleep. Whoever he was, vengeance wasn’t on his mind.”
“Maybe we’re not as easy to kill as you think, and maybe he figured that too,” said Gallina, obviously feeling left out of the conversation. “And there’s two of us! Still in here, by the way. With him gone, what are you even holdin’ us for?”
“I don’t have to come up with a new reason,” said Iridia. “The first was perfectly sufficient.” But Viv could tell that something was shifting inside her.
“You wanted us to help you make sense of it,” said Viv, in asreasonable a tone as she could. With her leg screaming at her, it was harder than it should’ve been. “You know what we know. So? What’s the verdict?”
“I’ll tell you when I decide,” replied the Gatewarden. She spun on her heel to stalk out of sight.
Iridia let them stew another hour, but Viv thought that was just some bullshit show of dominance. It was Luca who released them, still looking pale and unsteady. He returned their things and passed on a muttered warning to stay out of trouble, but Viv thought he looked relieved to see the back of them. Gallina stroked the hilts of her daggers fondly as they left the building and stepped into the morning light. The scents of damp, smoky morning cookfires and boiling oats and bacon threaded through the air. The gnome’s stomach made loud, longing noises of protest.
They were otherwise silent leaving the walled enclosure of Murk, but each kept a watchful eye out. Predictably, there was no sign of the nighttime escapee. Viv would’ve been amazed if there were, but it didn’t stop her from looking.
The Gatewardens were looking, too. Iridia clearly hadn’t taken the man’s disappearance lightly, and they saw women and men with lanterns on their belts at nearly every corner. They all had a watchful, distrustful look about them, hands on hilts as often as not. Viv had supposed the well-garrisoned fortress was a precaution against an unlikely sea invasion. Now, the bored Gatewardens finally had something pressing to demand their attention.
Several even patrolled the sandy thoroughfare leadingdown from Murk’s massive stone gateway, although what they expected to find there, Viv couldn’t imagine.
A pair of schooners rolled at the dock in the morning mist, and waves roared in hard and loud. The sun gleamed on the sea, promising real heat later in the day.
She supposed the man in gray might be on one of those boats, but somehow, she doubted it.
With the aid of her staff, Viv limped her way up the slope toward The Perch. Gallina matched her pace, and Viv decided she didn’t mind that much.
“Think he’s gonna kill us in our beds, then?”
“Not where I plan to die,” Viv replied with a grunt. Although the fact that he’d disappeared from right under her nose disturbed her more than she cared to admit. She was going to sleep with her saber close at hand, that was damned certain.
“That’s where you’re spendin’ all your time?” Gallina asked as they passed Thistleburr Booksellers.
Viv snorted. “Planning to haunt that, too?” She saw the darkening look on Gallina’s face. “Joking. Yeah, I guess I like it. Especially now that there’s a chair. Acomfortablechair.”
“Comfortable, huh?”
“Can’t fit your boots on the table though.”
Gallina stifled a chuckle. “I mean, I got things to do.”
“Uh huh.”
They were quiet for a while longer.
“You never did hear those chapters, though,” Viv mused aloud.
“Hm. Guess wedidhave a deal.”
“Yeah.”
“Suppose if I ever need to fall asleep again, I’ll call in the rest of it. Maybe in that comfortable chair.”
Viv didn’t dignify that with a reply. But she was still smiling as they mounted the steps of The Perch and headed gratefully toward collapse in their own beds.
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