Coals whizzed out of the fireplace in orange arcs, pattering with sharp hisses around the room.
“That’s cheating!” Vanka wailed and dove behind an overturned table.
“That’s magic, my dear.” I fell back against the wall for a breath. “What would you do with thirty golden varnums anyway? Gamble it away?”
Vanka let out a guttural shriek. A dagger buried itself in the wooden beam inches from my head. It was my turn to dive for cover.
The golem was crouched at the edge of the room, draped in chains, watching us with baleful eyes.
The inn had been a lively, cheerful place when we’d arrive as the sun set, first Vanka and the prisoner, me close behind. When she’d seen me, cursing turned to threats and threats to shoving, mostly on Vanka’s part. That was when the general populace decided to clear out. Now it seemed the bar was partially in flames, though I didn’t take time to look.
A bit of Vanka’s cloak stuck out from behind the overturned table. The coals flared under my command, igniting the fabric. I grinned as she leapt around the room, cursing and batting at herself.
“You dance beautifully,” I called.
She snatched a chair and sent it arcing toward me. I ducked, and it splintered against the wall. The room suddenly went quiet.
“Rolf,” Vanka said.
“Yeeeees?” I stayed huddled on the floor. I wasn’t about to fall for that.
“Where is he?”
“Where is who?”
“You know who,” she snarled.
“Ooh, this is a fun game. Do you mean the King of Avary? I believe he’s in his castle.”
“He’s gone, Rolf.”
I popped my head over the pile of crates I’d been hiding behind. The golem had vanished. A few drops of molten metal were cooling on the floor, and a black hole had burned into the wooden planks from a red-hot lump of coal.
“Rather clever for a golem, isn’t he?” I remarked and jumped as Vanka let out a deafening shriek.
“You mud-humping, slug slime!” She charged at me, but I cowered, holding up my hand placatingly.
“Now, hold on, Vanka, my dear. Staying here and beating each other into a bloody pulp isn’t going to do either of us any good.”
Her nostrils flared, eyes blazing like an angry bull.
“We could work together,” I coaxed. “Split the reward.”
“Split it?” She spat on the floor. “After I caught him and you let him escape? You’re lucky I don’t skin you alive and wear you for boots!”
“Fair. I’ll admit you’ve earned perhaps a bit more for getting us this far. How about, and it hurts me to say this, I take a mere a third of the reward, plus”—I rubbed my chin thoughtfully—“a pittance, only half of another third? All the rest will belong to you.”
Vanka frowned, considering this, before she snorted. “As it should be.”
I grinned like a cat. “Shall we be off then?”
“Fine.” She yanked her dagger from the wall and shoved it into her belt. “But stay where I can see you.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
The inn collapsed in a shower of red sparks, but we sped on, following the trail of molten metal and heavy stone tracks, into the night, after our prey.
2 thoughts on “At a Local Inn”
Wow! Nice! I love how the characters are built bit by bit and how natural the magical world seems. Wonderful read.
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