The boireannach ceangailte1 pursed her lips, kissed his thumb, and playfully took a nibble. "Be careful, Maighstir. I just found you and don't want to lose you." She whispered, looking down.
Balgair smiled. "I wouldn't dare. Nell would pay someone to bring me back, and then Amelle would geld me." He teased. "I have no intention of allowing a weak brutish man beat me." When she looked up and gave him a half-smile, he turned and hefted his shield. "Watch her, would you?" He directed toward Brandyn. When the Tavern Master nodded, the Black Swan took a slow breath and headed toward the door.
Once outside, he paused to look for his opponents, quickly finding the Brute and one of the others. The brute was standing in the street, holding a spiked club. The other was barely visible, hiding behind a corner of a building with a crossbow in his hands. Just about what I figured, Balgair thought as he angled the shield toward the crossbowman. Do I let him take a shot, or do I put an end to …
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