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about that,” replies Jiron to the
barkeep behind the counter.
    “That Lonn’s a hothead alright,” he says.
“You boys sure know how to handle yourselves.”
    “Thanks,” says Fifer with a grin.
    “Would you be interested in making a little
extra money on the side?” the barkeep asks.
    Shrugging, Jiron replies, “Maybe, what do
you have in mind?”
    “There’s this group of individuals who are
looking for someone to fight their champion,” he says. “They would
pay pretty well, whether you win or lose.”
    “What kind of fight?” asks Jiron,
interested. “Fists or weapons?”
    “If you fight with weapons, you get more,”
he says. “But you can choose either way.”
    Jiron looks to Fifer who’s wearing a grin.
“When would this take place? I’m not sure how long we’ll be here,”
he tells him.
    “Tomorrow night,” he says. “Would you boys
be interested?”
    “Possibly,” says Jiron. “Where would the
fight take place?”
    Gesturing behind him, he says, “Out back.
There’s a small lot behind us that’s fairly clear. We’ve held
fights like these out there from time to time.”
    Nodding, Jiron says, “How much?”
    “Weapons, you get a gold,” he says. “Just
fists, two silvers.”
    “Win or lose?” he asks.
    “Win or lose,” the barkeep replies.
    Nodding, Jiron says, “Alright, I’ll do
it.”
    “Great!” the barkeep says excitedly. “Just
two hours after sundown tomorrow night.”
    “I’ll be here,” he says. Then glancing to
Fifer, he nods his head to the door as he begins making his way out
of the inn. Fifer downs his drink and moves to follow. Lonn and the
others are just now beginning to get up off the floor.

    After they leave, Lonn gets up and moves
over to the barkeep who slides a silver across the counter to him.
“Thanks,” he says.
    Picking up the coin, Lonn grins and says,
“Anytime.”

Chapter Five
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    The following morning when they all meet
down in the common room for breakfast, Jiron and Fifer tell them of
the rumors they discovered the night before. They do not tell of
what transpired at the inn or the fight later in the evening. Jiron
told Fifer to keep quiet about that, he didn’t think James would
like it, much less approve.
    “There was no mention of you from anyone we
talked to,” Fifer tells him. “Most of the rumors were really quite
farfetched. I don’t think anyone really knows what they’re doing
here.”
    “Miko,” James says after mulling over what
they said for a few minutes, “you’re good on the streets. See if
you can find out what’s going on.”
    “Will do,” he says, glad to be of help.
    “What are you planning to do about going to
see the king?” Illan asks.
    Before James has a chance to reply, Jiron
breaks in and says, “About that. The Royal Court convenes in the
afternoon, we did find out that much.”
    “Afternoon?” muses James. “Good, maybe I’ll
be able to track down Ellinwyrd and see if he knows anything before
I go.”
    “How are you going to do that?” asks
Jiron.
    “Go to the gates to the castle area and
request an audience,” he explains. “Last time I was here he said I
could stop by anytime.”
    “Want us to come with you?” asks Illan.
    Shaking his head, he says, “No, I don’t
think that will be necessary. I doubt if anything’s about to happen
here.”
    “Very well,” states Illan. “One of us will
always be here in case you need help.”
    “Don’t worry,” James assures him.
    After breakfast is over, Miko excuses
himself and leaves the inn as he goes to ferret out information on
the streets.
    Dave gets up and says, “I think I’ll just
stay here at the inn in case you need me.”
    “Good idea,” says Jiron and their eyes meet.
Jiron still carries a resentment toward him that manifests itself
every once in awhile.
    Frowning, Dave turns and heads back up to
his room.
    “I wish you would take it easy on him,”
James says to Jiron after Dave has