Chapter elevenThus exulting childishly in my own cleverness and bold intentions, I became aware that, indeed, Pride does go before a Fall. We were not out of the woods yet.
Of course, any onker, any fambly, would know instantly that a tavern full of rogues and cut-throats contained more perils than might be deflected by a handful of gold. The very sight of the gold inflamed greed. Where that had come from, there’d be more.
My guess was the four shadowy figures padding along after us would be the cream of the cream of the tavern society. They must be in a very strong position to prevent everyone in The Unhanged Drikinger from running out after our money. Whether they’d share the loot out with anyone else was a moot point. They slunk along, gaining on us.
Oh, well, by the Blade of Kurin!
