Chapter 7

The gray skinned Aerul grunted and shuffled off to the shelf. It was, of course, illegal for a non-human to drink actual whiskey. It was illegal for this bar to exist. Genthry would laugh, if he weren’t so tired of it all.

The bartender returned with the whiskey, but eyed Genthry before handing it over. “I don’t want no trouble.”

Ah. Genthry’s disguise had been a little too efficient. He let just enough of his cloak fall back to reveal the skin on his wrist. “No trouble from me, friend. I’m just here to meet someone and I’ll be out of your hair as soon as I can be on my merry way.”

The Aerul’s eyes widened, and he coughed heavily. “You’re him, aren’t you?”

Genthry put a finger to his lips. “I don’t want anyone else hurt. Like I said, I’ll be out of your hair as soon as I can find a ship. I know what happened complicated everything.”