Torrance returned to the Frisky Badger wearing his mail vest under his clothes and a sword at his side, confident Lalith and the other Queen's women were watching. He pulled a bag from his belt and dropped it with a clank on the table. A thousand gold might seem like a fortune to those in the room who stared entranced at the bag, but he'd spent as much on a gown for Marriette. The money wasn't the reason for this charade, only the excuse to bring Torrance to this place.
A cloaked figure entered the room from the back and Torrance sighed. He wanted to get this over with, not sit through more drama.
"You look ridiculous. If you weren't already paying everyone in the tavern, that get up would scream both your intention and your incompetence." Torrance put as much cold edge into his voice as he could.
"Very well." The man tossed the cloak to one side. The scar ran down his face as Nikay had described.