“One more hand?” Todd smiled his most charming smile at the men.
“Son, you sure play better than your daddy. Too rich for my blood.” One of the men shook his head and extended one hand across the table to Todd. “Good game.”
After tossing half the extra money back to the middle of the table, Todd looked around at each man. “How about some information? I’m looking for a pair of branders.”
The man who had just spoken nodded, casting a quick glance to the side and at Nick. He pulled a piece of paper out, spent a few seconds writing on it, and slid it to Todd, his other hand pulling the money toward him. “That’s the only village I know of. They train there. Most live there. Be careful, boy. It’s right near the border.”
“Thanks.”
The three men left, and his father sat in the chair opposite
