Chapter Twenty-Six: The Curse

Ravan waited for the drunken elves to ride away from the inn before he rushed across the street and attempted to enter. The door was locked. Ravan knocked and waited, struggling to suppress his rising panic.

“Curses, curses, curses…” Zair mumbled at his side.

Ravan knocked again.

“They’re not going to let us in,” said Zair.

“Shut up!” Ravan snapped.

He knocked again, harder this time.

“Hello!” he called out. “Listen, we’re tenants here! Might someone let us in?”

Zair shook his head and looked fearfully at Ravan.

Frustrated, Ravan left the front door and peered around the corner for silver sentries before searching the second-story windows.

“Which one’s ours?” Ravan asked.

“How should I know?” Zair answered.