CHAPTER TWENTY SIX
Oliver looked about the now empty pub. It was a complete mess.
“Let me fetch you a drink,” the barman stammered, staring fearfully at Oliver, Esther, and Ralph. His whole demeanor had changed since their show of power. His gruff attitude had been replaced by compliant terror. “Do you like mead?”
Oliver shook his head. “No. Thank you. Like I said in the first place, we just wanted to dry off.” He grabbed one of the fallen chairs. “We’ll fix this mess up for you then get out your hair.”
Esther straightened the paintings that were askew on the walls, while Ralph used his powers to put the splintered table back in one piece. The whole while the barman watched them with a look of terror frozen on his face.
Suddenly, the doors to the inn burst open. Oliver turned to see w
