Bab 47: Chapter 47: The Weary Traveler Challenge, Part 5

Teller pushed the door open, throwing a grin over his shoulder. "You look—" he broke off as someone slammed into him, and made a faint, pained noise before dropping to the ground.

The man who'd run into him scowled and looked up, a bloody knife gleaming in one hand.

Fynn shoved Rath out of the way and drew her sword. Rath fell to the ground, face in the dirt, and by the time he managed to stand, the man was dead, Fynn's sword wet with blood. Her face was drawn tight as she dropped down next to Teller. "You stupid bastard, you'd better be alive."

Teller groaned, clutching at his side, blood seeping from between his fingers. "Not for lack of trying on his part, the Fates-rejected bastard. He got me good, but I don't wear armor just to look pretty."