The rest of the trip was completed silently, with each person buried in their thoughts. The driver slowed as they approached the swan and pulled to the walkway. “We’re here, sir. How long do you think you’ll be?” He eyed the neighborhood warily, almost as if he believed someone would try to steal the landau.
Drawn from his reverie, it took Balgair a few minutes to get his bearings. “Umm. Less than ten minutes.” He glanced at Heather. “Do you want to come in and grab your things?”
The blonde-haired bean-cheangail shook her head. “No, thank you, maighstir. All I need are in the bags from Maighstir Julius’ shop.” She smiled, releasing his hand. “I’ll just wait out here with Delilah.”
“As you wish,” Balgair murmured, sliding from the seat and climbing from the carriage. “I’ll return shortly.”
Feeling more at ease than he had in a long time, Balgair waved at Brandyn as he walked into the Tavern.
“How did your meeting at the Reve’s office go?” the bartender asked, returning the w…
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