The tavern was so quiet that Elias could hear the wind whispering through the gaps in the walls. When the serving girl brought him his drink he paid her with a whole silver, saw her eyes widen, and patted his coat pocket.
‘Keep ’em coming.’
She nodded and darted away.
Apart from one table near the door, every seat was taken. Elias counted the mercenaries, almost all of them Roderick’s, their necks marked with his brand. The King had called the practice draconian, but that didn’t stop him hiring Roderick’s men when revolts broke out.
That was why rebels had to hire Elias.
Dear Carol,
Apparently it’s working well for Elias. Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Each side needs its henchmen!
Wonderful story.
You described the scene brilliantly. A great take Carol.
Here’s my tale!
Thanks Keith. It was good to have a break from NaNoWriMo
I bet!
It looks like he is profiting nicely from fixing the king’s problems.
Indeed. I think he’ll be a fun character to revisit in the future