Remly, the Necromancer, and I walked back to my inn.
"I'm surprised we got away with that." I said, a slight grin pulling at the side of my face.
"The Chief isn't an idiot." Remly said, "He knows how to weigh pros and cons. If he whipped either of us, it would look like he was ungrateful for our warning. I get the feeling we pushed his patience to the limit though."
"Which means no more assassinations."
"Yes."
"That's reasonable. Thank you for rescuing us last night, Necromancer Remly. And I apologise for my actions the last time we saw each other."
"Relax, boy, I'm too old to hold grudges. The days pass by too quickly for that."
I found my walking companion to be a rather agreeable sort, most people are, I was beginning to discover.
Well, apart from his penchant for taking souls from living creatures.
"How did you figure out how to do that, anyway?"
