Chapter 9

Frye stopped in front of an inn called “Rooster’s Caw.” He glanced at Markle to see the kid’s reaction. He looked unimpressed.

Frye leaned in close and whispered, “Just play along.” He pushed open the door and stepping inside the common room. It was clean enough, a few people already sat staring into their drinks despite the earliness of the day. Frye examined each person. An old man sat slumped in his chair, a cluster of empty mugs around him. Two women were by the fire, their faces close in a low, whispered discussion. A couple gazed into each other’s eyes, smiling. A small group of sailors laughed loudly in the far corner. None of these would be Sabriea’s servants.

Satisfied it was safe enough, Frye approached the innkeeper, Markle following on his heels.

“Hello, good innkeeper,” Frye greeted cheerfully. “Do you have a room available for me and my brother?”