Marsheila Rockwell - Legacy of the Wolves

But the shifter was stubborn. Greddark wondered if he should tell Andri that she had a new totem braid, this one dedicated to the paladin. No. Knowing Irulan, Andri would find out for himself, soon enough.

He took a sip from his tea, lamenting again that they were not having this conversation in the City of Spires. But the biscuits were better here, buttery and bursting with chunks of tart silverfruit. He supposed he shouldn’t complain.

“I never did thank you for paying off that bounty hunter. Or being willing to, anyway, since we got the money back. But, still, it was a nice gesture.”

Andri looked grateful for the change of subject. “Did you tell your employer about Pater’s people, or how Ostra is helping them?”

“Of course not,” Greddark huffed, scratching his freshly-trimmed beard in irritation. “I gave you my word.”

The paladin smiled to show he meant no offense. “Then that’s all the thanks I need.”

Greddark nodded. Fair enough.

“Well, then. I just have one more question for you. Ever thought of becoming an inquisitive? I don’t usually work with partners, but I’d make an exception for you. You’ve got the knack.” He grinned. “D’Kundarak and Aeyliros. It has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?”

Andri laughed.

“Indeed it does, friend dwarf. Indeed it does.”