CHAPTER EIGHT
He stepped inside and we followed. The fireplace on the far-left wall had been lit and a warm fire crackled cheerfully in the hearth. The furnishings were sparse but useful. A simple table and four chairs stood in the center of the room, and a cot sat in the far-left corner closest to the fire. A dresser and a table with drawers finished off the house.
One of the four chairs sat near the hearth, and it was to this that Fantoma steered his feet. He sank into the wooden seat with a soft sigh and took out a pipe which he lit with a burning stick from the fire.
The captain tossed the stick back into the fire and took a puff on his pipe, all while his eyes remained on the dancing flames. “Take a seat and tell me why you’re wasting my gemstones.”
Ros dragged two chairs cl
