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The Book of Deacon By Joseph R. Lallo Characters: 4889

Updated: 2018-01-19 12:03

"I hate the mask, though. The thing is practically a muzzle. I will wear it every day, though, so long as the prize money continues to flow. I just won a three-week-long tournament a few days ago. Placed a hefty bet on myself. All told, I took away more than two hundred silver pieces. That ought to last for some time. After all, I get most of my food, drink, and even shelter from the forest. Aside from medical and clothing, I have no expenses, " he said.

"I wish I could say the same. There are a few rather expensive purchases I need to make, but before I do, I will have to find a wealthier town, " she said.

"Why is that?" he asked.

"Well, this town has a rather sparse market. I will need to find a town that has a store that buys and sells weapons or jewels, " she said.

"Jewels? Interested in buying jewelry?" he asked, raising the eyebrow again. "You do not strike me as the jewelry type."

"Oh, no, that sort of thing does not appeal to me. I need to buy a tent and a horse, " she said.

Leo furrowed his brow and scratched his head. "You are aware that those are items not typically found at a gem dealer or a weapon smith, " he said.

Myranda laughed, covering her mouth and shaking her head. "I am sorry about that. I did not quite make myself clear, did I? You see, I have got something that I want to sell so that I can afford those things."

"Ah, now I see. What did you have in mind? I thought I heard something clang right befo

want or two, all the better, " she said.

"Trust me, you will have quite enough, " he said.

Putting the sword down again had disturbed the bandage. She adjusted it, frowning at its appearance. The filthy bar had lent more than its share of filth to the already tea-stained cloth, turning it black and greasy wherever it had touched the table.

"What happened?" Leo asked, indicating the injury.

"Oh. I burnt myself, " she said--best not to be specific in this case, particularly considering the fact even she was unsure of exactly what happened.

Leo nodded thoughtfully. "You will want to let the air at that. Burns heal better that way. Just a few hours a day ought to do. Less of a scar, " he said.

"Is that so?" she asked.

"Trust me. I spend most of the year recovering from one injury or another, " he said, placing his hand on his shoulder and working the joint until a distinct snap could be heard.

"Why not see a healer, or a cleric?" she asked.

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