Shady

"To talk through our plan," Pratik said, getting annoyed at the girl's paranoia. He could sympathize. He could . But godsdamn the girl was going to get them all in ...

"Who do you think?" Pratik muttered back, not wanting to speak Akarataran too loudly. Most walls had ears, and he didn't like to give them anything to listen to.

Pratik glanced towards the hearth, then back at Rickard and nodded. It'd be their last night of warmth in a long, long time. "Please. Thank you." Pratik waited until he ...

“We will,” Pratik assured him, stepping into the room.

Pratik nodded again, clapping Gregor on the shoulder. “Thank you.”

Pratik nodded. “How will I pay for them?”

“We have another contact we’re meeting up with in five days?” Pratik lifted an eyebrow. “It’s a solid 2 weeks to the Keep.”

“And the provisions are…?” Pratik asked, looking back at Ada. He wished she’d stop being so prickly and impulsive. He needed to talk to her before they all fell asleep. ...

Pratik gestured after the man with his head, gesturing with his chin in a silent beckon for her to follow. He followed close behind Gregor, catching up quickly.

“Thank you,” Pratik murmured. He looked at Ada and raised his eyebrows in a silent question of if she was done yet.

(Aha I love that description!) Probably. “Could you show us which our extra horse will be?” Pratik asked. “That’ll let us see if she’s done yet.”

“That’s alright,” Pratik answered with a nod. “We weren’t expecting you to, on such short notice… could you get us squared away, sooner rather than later? We’ll leave before daybreak.”

“We had a change in plans,” Pratik said, pocketing the coin again. “The girl is in the stable putting up the horses. His Lordship decided last minute he wanted the ...

“Someone you’re expecting, if so,” Pratik murmured, equally elusive. He reached into his pocket and held up the coin.

“Gregor?” Pratik asked softly, striding toward the man.