“Thank you, Julius,” Balgair shook the offered hand.
The old tailor returned the shake, “You are welcome, Balgair Moeldr. We hope to see you again.”
The mercenary chuckled, patting the tailor on his right shoulder. “You do good work. I do not doubt we’ll be back for more, especially if my other two bannaichean see what Heather is wearing.” A wry smile crossed his lips, “They’ll try to buy you out.”
Hearing her name mentioned, Heather glanced up at Balgair and blushed. She was still reeling from the giddiness that his approval brought. Will his two bannaichean accept me? She wondered as she stood by Balgair’s side.
When the two men were done, the old tailor called for his bean-cheangail and gave her orders on where to deliver the bought goods.
“Come along, Heather. We need to visit the mayor’s office before noon,” Balgair stated as he turned from the tailor and walked out the front door. Heather was hard-pressed to stay at his side as he strode down the walk. She kept her hea…
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