Chapter 85: Lore Master

There were only a couple of places Rhychard frequented on a regular basis, three if you counted his Thinking Rock behind the condo. One was Common Grounds, an off-beat coffee house close to Whispering Oaks where he usually stopped for a morning cup of coffee and a breakfast bagel. The other was Embers along Washington Avenue overlooking the Indian River. It was a cigar bar fully stocked with the best stogies and top shelf liquor. Where Common Grounds was his morning spot, Embers was his nighttime haunt. It was peaceful, without the normal club scene that filled the downtown area. With as crazy as the last few months became, he needed that quietness.

The September night was humid, Florida winters not hitting until after Christmas usually. Rhychard wore his jeans and a navy blue T-shirt, which stuck to his body in the sticky heat. He could feel the impression if not the weight of the swords on his back and Renny’s engagement ring against his chest. The ring felt heavier.