“Are you a knight?” The innkeeper cast a glance over his shoulder at the gathered menfolk, who were all keenly following the conversation. I was glad I was not the only person to think he looked like one.
“A mage,” Rivyn sat back on his chair. “Though I have competently wielded a sword on occasion,” he added in such a way that I knew with certainty that he was as much a knight as he was a mage, despite his demurring.
The innkeeper agreed with me, his expression avid. “A mage knight,” he said. “That’s exactly what we need to kill this dragon.”
“Mmm. Will our meal be forthcoming? We will want to eat and retire to bathe, perhaps with another bottle of wine and some fruit and meats.” Rivyn had lost interest in the discussion. From the expression he sent me, his attention had moved o
