“s**t!” Xavier hissed, too noticing the red pickup. He turned to Clare. “Let’s head for the tavern and see if we can get rid of this guy once and for all.”
Clare nodded in understanding, grabbing the red bag. Xavier took the others and they ran inside the tavern to find a woman in her thirties cleaning glasses at the bar counter.
She was quite small and had white hair and sharp green eyes that seemed to glow. Clare had an inkling the woman was a witch, the runic markings on her arms confirming Clare’s suspicions.
“We’re not open.” The woman yelled at them as the two walked over to the bar counter.
“Bards are epic and a favor is called upon.” Xavier said quickly, making the bartender frown.
“You’re the favor the twins were talking about?” The woman questioned.
“Yes, but we’re looking
