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“The word of a ranger enough for you, Ornolf?” Hroar asked. “Me and mine, we leave for Arenberg. Ornolf, if you choose to remain, perhaps you finally will have the best tavern in town.” The room went silent. “Do you mind?” I asked quietly, reaching between two people to pull the blade from the table. “Kinda hoping to sell this.” I heard the ranger chuckle.
She narrowed her eyes. “I’m having my doubts.” “I’m one hundred percent literate, and nearly house-broken.” She didn’t laugh. Someone behind her did, but nothing from Sourpuss. Instead, the dour lady handed me a form and pointed to a quill and pot of ink.
I heard shouts all around me, and everyone stared. I didn’t care. I had something to do, something to test myself against, and that was everything I wanted at the moment.
