Chapter Twenty: The Execution

The morning after their jotnar palace break-in, Lozano had been up early and he had awakened Quinn and Declan when he had returned to the room from breakfast. Slowly they both rose from bed.

“How’s your injury, Montresor?” Quinn asked.

Declan observed his bandaged ankle. “It could probably use a redressing before we head off.”

“I’ll take care of that for you,” Lozano offered.

“No, I’m perfectly capable Ackerman,” Declan said waving him off.

“Very well,” Lozano replied. “Well, I’ve already had breakfast. I think I’ll head to the market and restock on supplies for the road. Do either of you need anything while I’m there?”

“I could use more tors and dried fruit,” Declan said as he unwrapped his soiled bandage.

“Tors and dried fruit,” Lozano noted. “How about you, Captain?”

Quinn paused in thought after pulling on his boots. “I suppose the same. And you know what, while you’re at it, do you mind sending my report off to the emperor?”