-Jonah-
Ralph was not hard to find. He was in the very same tavern where he threatened to have my hand cut off, but of course a few guards off duty were also there, and I quickly held up a hand in front of my face, as I walked by them, trying to be as quiet as possible. Luckily, they were drunk, and not paying attention to me, as I slipped by them and into the empty seat at the table where Ralph sat with his “friends”. They were playing cards, but Ralph was apparently a poor loser, and I would not be joining another game with him.
“Well, well, who do we have here,” Ralph said, putting down his drink. “If it isn’t the thief, Jonah. Got my money?”
I gave him a strained smile, and then lifted up the bag, tossing it over to him. He caught it, but before he opened the top to look inside, I m
