Bab 13: Chapter 13: Melee, Part 4

"We're here. I thought you'd look more excited."

"I'm not going to give you a compliment. You probably get enough of those," Rath retorted. "You don't need to help me up the stairs; I'll never live that down."

"Very well, I know an order when I hear it." Tress swept him a bow fit for a prince.

Rath gave him a shove, or as much of one as he could manage. "Go away. People are staring."

"I'll see you later tonight," Tress replied and winked before spinning away like a dancer. Or maybe a drunk. He hummed as he walked along the street. The idiot was going to get his boots and coin purse stolen.

Rath watched him until he was out of sight, then trudged into the shop and slowly, painfully made his way all the way up the stairs.