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“There you two are!” the annoyed voice of our carriage driver shouted as we entered the lobby. Gregor leapt up from the chair in which he’d been lazily seated and hurried over to us. He stood in our path and crossed his arms over his broad chest. His empty eyes lay on Asher, but I could see his nostrils flare as he took in what he could. “I heard you two got into a scuffle without me. It smells like you rolled in a mess of it.”
Asher sheepishly and rubbed the back of his neck. “I wish you had been there. I needed a guard at my back.”
Gregor wrinkled his whiskered face. “Don’t tell me you got your ass handed to you.”
“No, but being jailed in the infamous gaols of Molina with many disgruntled fellows was an experience I would rather not repeat,” Asher explained as he flexed hi
