Chapter ONE - Weebly

two. And keep them coming.”
Kelf grinned and grabbed two tankards. “Someone
jest got paid.”
“Where’s Kannice?” Ethan asked.
Kelf was already filling the first tankard. He jerked
his head toward the entrance to the kitchen. “’N back,
gettin’ more stew. I’ll tell ’er ya’re here.” He placed the
first ale on the bar, began to fill the second.
“There’s another mob out in the streets,” Ethan said.
“Don’ need t’ tell me,” Kelf said. “Look ’round.
Half them who’re supposed t’ be here are with th’
rabble, an’ th’ rest are too scared t’ leave their homes.”
“You know why?”
The barman shrugged and put the second ale on the
bar next to the first. “Stamp nonsense again.”
Ethan took the ales. “My thanks, Kelf.”
He wove his way past tables and chairs, nodding
and smiling to the few people who met his glance and
offered a greeting. When he reached Diver’s table, he
placed one ale in front of his friend and sat.
“I’m grateful, Ethan,” Diver said. “I’ll get the next
one.”