Drasmyr (Prequel: From the Ashes of Ruin)

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by Matthew D. Ryan


  Galladrin caught Coragan’s eye, then leaned forward across the table. He pulled a mug of ale up to hide his whisper. “You know, I tested the daggers—the weight’s off.”

  Coragan frowned.

  The rogue glanced around the room, then continued. “You can throw one, but I would be surprised if you could hit anything smaller than that window over there.” The window he motioned to was over an arm’s length on every side.

  “At least they were completed on time.” Coragan too, studiously watched the crowd. His eyes darted from patron to patron, scanning the room restlessly in search of a mass of golden hair. “One day is fairly remarkable for the order that smith filled. As long as the blades are made of silver and will harm our pale-faced friends, I’m not going to complain.”

  “The rapier’s a little off, too.”

  “Oh, shut up, Galladrin. Are you sure this is the right tavern?”

  “The Roaring Lion. I wouldn’t forget it if I lived to be a hundred.”

  “And she’ll show?” Coragan’s voice dropped to a whisper. No one was in earshot, but there was no point in taking chances.

  The rogue sighed. “I hope so. I can’t imagine she’s been invited into too many other places. She’s only been a ... uh, you know, for what? A week? Probably less.”

  Coragan nodded, silently considering the thought and running over the details of their plan in his head. It seemed reasonable enough. From what Borak and the mages had told them, vampires could not enter a building unless first invited. Once invited, they could come and go as they pleased. Logically, one would think that a vampire would be inclined to take advantage of an invitation into a tavern such as this. Hence, Clarissa could very well show her face here this evening. Alone. Without Lucian.

  A smile crawled across Coragan’s features. Divide and conquer. Two vampires at one time were clearly beyond them, but one, and the weaker at that? That might be feasible. He fingered the hilt of his silver sword. Come on, Clarissa, he thought, show your pretty little face.

  They waited.

 

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