Marachius sat in a plush chair near the front door of Madame Eva’s tavern, holding a book in one hand and a drink in the other. Taking a sip, he would then hold the book closer and read another page before moving his thumb to turn to the next.
“You seem quite focused tonight.”
Marachius glanced up to see Madame Eva looking over his shoulder at the book. “Yes, ma’am,” he replied, tilting the book slightly to give Madame Eva an easier time to see what was on the page. “Commander Larethian loaned it to me.”
“Paladin histories?”
“Yes, ma’am. He thought…” but the young paladin didn’t get to finish his thought.
From the other side of the inn, a series of thuds rolled down the stairs until something finally...