Chapter Three
Welcome To Dragon-Horn
These merchants were a surly sort, all rough-faced and gruff, but one: the man who led the group. That particular fellow was a well-dressed dandy with a corpulent body and an unctuous air, which made him as foul as the others. Roslyn did not know which she despised most.
While it seemed that all the men were constantly making lewd remarks about their two lovely female passengers, they managed to keep their hands off the tender flesh. Perhaps it was her uncle’s guard threatening them—although the man was half-drunk during most of their journey, and could not have prevented a rape even if he wasn’t. Percival was too old for much of anything but old battle songs and the strong ale that made his singing boisterously loud.
This would not be a pleasant tr
