“While I had a few things to do before I could rest, I was looking forward to a real bed. Two weeks on the road had taken its toll on me. All of us were a bit on edge, except for Hans. With the festival coming up finding an inn wasn't easy but anything was better than sleeping in that wagon another night. Pare was one small bundle of raw nerves, he thought for sure as soon as he stepped out of the wagon the town someone would slap him in irons and haul him away. I tried to calm him down, told h...im he had nothing to worry about. "You just don't understand Darmot, I can't get locked up again. You don't understand what it is like having to hide from every guard, not to mention that crazy bounty hunter who lives here." I just looked down at his face for a moment, I could feel the fear coming off him in waves. I could not believe it, this was the same Pare who not all that long before was jumping onto the back of a young red dragon. Stabbing it, over and over again yet he was near white as a ghost.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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