Chapter 23

Frye led Markle out of the room and down the narrow stairwell. As he promised, the clientele downstairs had increased—if not in respectability, at least in numbers.

Without waiting to gauge Markle’s reaction to the patrons, Frye advanced on the innkeeper. Master Endova at the Rooster’s Cawlast night had been hesitant to allow them to perform. Frye had known he’d be able to charm the man to Frye’s way of thinking. Looking at this skinny fellow, Frye doubted his own skills.

“Good innkeeper,” Frye greeted with a bow.

The man grunted and narrowed his eyes. “What?”

“My brother and I wish to perform for your esteemed guests.”

An undignified scoff escaped the other man’s lips. “Esteemed, huh?” He gestured to the filthy masses that dotted his tables. “Go right ahead.”