Chapter Two:“Toady… come here. I got someone for you to meet.” Soupbone brushed past her before she fully entered the building.
Dandelion grunted while maintaining the grip on her saddle. At least the i***t didn’t treat her like some fragile glass flower, ready to break with the slightest jostle.
Before scolding the grown man for acting like a child, the i***t disappeared out the back door, leaving Dandelion alone in the shabby tavern. She expected more but wasn’t surprised by her meager surroundings.
The eerie, out-of-tune music filling the courtyard must come from a different building. The small tavern was empty. The smell of food did filter into the space. Her stomach growled in protest. If it tasted as good as it smelled, she should have few complaints.
Once Soupbone vanished out t
