p-Mayard replied, “When you greeted Mayard Klarje as we entered, you did not misspeak. The youth is my boss, Mayard Klarje.”
p-Jack said, “Not likely! Why’d he travel as a youth and allow you to use his visage”?”
p-Mayard said, “I don’t ask his reasons and he oft doesn’t tell. Ask yourself… do you want to make him mad?”
p-Jack grumbled, “Sorcerers! Bah! I had one in here a few weeks ago. He was offering blokes payment to follow him on some quest. Tried to hire one or two of my boys. I sent one along just to keep an eye on him. Convinced him my guy was a Kobold archer. Even had him take some target practice. He never missed. Kobolds can’t shoot for s***! But the sorcerer fell for it! Sorcerers think they are so smart. We infiltrated Thynna, but the bastard got caught by Mayard Klarje. Don’t know what happened to him. Don’t care. I don’t want to mess with Klarje. I’d question your decision to follow him.”
p-Mayard said, “I’m the bastard that got caught by Mayard Klarje. You are showing good judgment in avoiding his ire.”
p-Jack scoffed, “We can keep each other’s secret. You’d best be a good boy and get off to bed or your nursemaid Madam Darktop will come to tuck you in.”
Longbeard returned to the tavern after setting the order for the watches.
p-Mayard stood and said, “Thank you for your hospitality Jack. It’s nice of you to forego the cost of the rooms. I’m sure the Burgomaster will be glad to hear of your generosity. He said you’re overdue for a visit to Gnome-town.”
p-Jack Taylor choked on his ale and sputtered, “Why… uh, OK.
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