Chapter 116: I Want to Be a Minion Too?

Finalizing the one-time contract was simple. Sarnaan was a Notary. 

Krow certified that the younger three knew what they were doing, and Gysavur stamped their local hunting licenses.

Afterward, they got a private room at the tavern to celebrate. 

Buri, who was today's bartender, snorted when he ordered young cider and honeycakes. "Come down later, have a proper drink."

"I'm not sure if I can call anything you drink 'proper'.

The other laughed, but he sent a cask of one of their finer ciders just the same.

Krow knew that because his suspicions were roused when Talebrech's eyebrows jumped briefly to his hairline at the sight of the cask. Then the boy sipped with almost reverent slowness at his cup, which was confirmation.

The young cider was cool, refreshing, not too sweet, light with a hint of sour.

The perfect accompaniment to the honeycakes and dried fruit piled onto a platter on their table.