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Luke shrugged. “Something quick and easy to make in large batches.”

Luke shrugged. “Alright. Stand around and look pretty until then. Sarah, with me.” She gestured for Sarah to follow them into the pantry.

Like turned to Rek. “You. You’re on dish washing duty. No arguments. This is my kitchen.” She turned to the assassin. “And you. What exactly can you do here?”

Luke glanced up at the head bandit. “Permission to go in the back and make food so we don’t keel over while we wait for ransom?”

Tempest Briar circled the chair. “Do I sit down? What is this little headband with string connected to it? Hello?”

Luke hummed. “And here I thought you all wanted a comedian.” They sighed. “All ale or something else? We have plenty to choose from.” They gestured to the menu. “Including ...

Luke sighed as she set the tankard in front of the bandit. Could everyone stop being a moron for about five seconds? That would be lovely. “Your ale. Do your ...

Camilla smirked right back. “Then I say we join. It could be fun. Give us some ideas. A walk is always good for brainstorming.”

Camilla turned to Sa. “You down for joining him?”

They nodded. “We shall, darling.”

Echo froze, flowers blooming all over faer braid. “ Dagon? ” The offending Raven squawked in offense, hopping in a little circle. Echo. Echo! I was going to die out ...

Echo took a deep breath. Fae didn’t have to make faer eyes glow, they already had a habit of doing that. One shimmering gold, and one pure white from cataracts. ...

Luke swiveled behind her to the giant portrait that had been behind them the entire time. The Edwin family portrait because Dad was nothing if not a family man. Dad ...

“What, do you want his coordinates?” Luke scowled. “He’s out. Running errands. I don’t know where exactly. In town, probably.” She tried to remember what her dad had said this ...

“Lucille Edwin.” Luke leaned against the counter. “But no one who has been in this tavern for longer than two minutes calls me that.” They tapped the name tag that ...