After you exit the meeting room provided by Rendil, the halfling walks up to you.”Sorry, didn’t want to hand this to you before in front of everyone, but this is for you.”
It’s a letter in an envelope. Odus slices it open to read the following:
Looks like it’s time we made our moves. Meet you after breakfast in front of the Halfmoon.
“Hh. Think she might accompany us?” asked Odus.
“Perhaps,” whispered Kane. “Her blades were most useful against the dark dwarves.”
“As were her potion-administration skills!” joked Isak.
Garrick didn’t smile. “We’ll see, ok?”
Odus arched an eyebrow, but didn’t say anything. Nothing they predicted happened anyway, so debating it now would be pointless. Besides, I need my beauty rest before saving the elven damsel, he thought.
