Again. He was here running errands for her
again. It was rediculous; he had been hired as a sellsword, a mercenary, a bodyguard, not an errand boy.
Already, he had been to the market to purchase additional provisions and equipment, and now here he was dropping her submission in as well.
At least he might be able to get a drink this time; she could wait to receive his purchases. He nodded to the bartender, and exchanged the papers he carried for a pint of something cold and frothing.
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