Morug seemed to shrivel at the sight of those scars, and he’d slunk away into a corner.
Rinig limped to the bar. “I heard there was an ugly, no-legged space tramp tending dive down this way, and I had to look him up to see if it really was you.” His voice had an unfamiliar, gravelly tone.
“Dam. Dam, Rin. I be some glad to see you!” Sloff poured him a glass of the skey he remembered his friend liking. “You got a place to stay?”
“No.” Rin downed the liquor in one gulp, and Sloff refilled his glass.
“You do now. That is, if you…if you don’t mind sharing it with an old, no-legged space tramp. Only got one bed.”
“This face don’t scare you?”
Sloff cuffed his head.
“Kay. Thanks, Sloff.”
“Don’t make me hit you again.” He was pleased when the corner of his friend’s mouth tilted in a lopside
