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"Who are you supposed to be?" I asked flatly.
"You want to know who this old man is?" The man chuckled at his own worn-out line, then lumbered toward us. With his massive frame, he dropped into a seat at our table. "Buy me a drink, and I'll tell you my name."
From the way he spoke, he didn't seem important. I gave a halfhearted nod, and just then the waitress appeared with our food. Perfect timing.
She didn't flinch at the presence of the nasty mercenaries. Whoever worked at this inn must have guts. She set the dishes on the table a bit forcefully, then cast a sharp look around. "Cause a scene, and I'll call the Vigilantes."
"Ah, of course. We are guests who are gentlemen," the hulking mercenary said.
Her eyes flicked to me, and she gave a small nod—probably a signal not to worry. Not that I was worried anyway.
"Bring me a drink," I requested.
"Yes, how many?"
"One mug of beer." I wasn't in the mood to drink, and neither Evan nor Mir cared for alcohol.
Before long, the waitress returned with a frothing mug. I slid it across the table to the man opposite me.
He took it with a smirk and lifted it to his lips. "You're a half-decent kid, easy to talk to—"
Without warning, I grabbed...
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