“You two don’t seem overly concerned.”
“Thirty mercenaries and an evil magician, that’s what!”
“Magicians, pah.” Wain waved his hand, “Their heads come off easy.”
“I think what he means is that we’re fairly comfortable dealing with evil magicians and mercenaries. They’re kind of our specialty.” James explained.
“Yeah, but there are thirty of them and only two of you!”
“I’ve never been much good at math.” Wain thumped his mug on the table, “Are we done yet?”
Ralph stared silently at them for a second.
“I brought a couple of maps you might find useful. You’ll be sailing to the continent tomorrow morning. Here are your tickets.”
He paused and stared thoughtfully at them again, fingers drumming the table.
“What? Did I sprout a second head or something?” Wain snapped.
“You two are either incredibly talented or incredibly dumb.”
“Uh, thanks. I think.”
“Thanks for the beer. Laters.” Ralph slid out of the booth and vanished into the crowd.
“What a weirdo.” Wain thumped his mug again.
“You can’t be drinking another one!”
“You bet your paladin panties I can! It might be the last chance too have a beer I get!”
“Well, fine,” Sir James stood up,”I’m going to go get packed and everything. We leave at dawn, don’t forget.”
“You worry to much.” Wain laughed as he brushed past and headed for the bar.
Sir James sighed and made his way home to pack his bags.