Chapter ONE - Weebly

from the kitchen “Who’s there?” in a voice that would
have given Sephira pause.
He quickly cut himself again, and cast a second spell
to remove the concealment charm.
The barkeep emerged from behind the bar carrying
a large cleaver and guardedly peering toward the door.
It was dark in the great room. The fire in the hearth had
burned low, and all but a few of the candles had been
extinguished, so it would have been hard for him to see
Ethan anyway. And concealment spells didn’t wear off
instantaneously.
“It’s me. Ethan.” As an afterthought, he pushed
down his sleeve to hide the raw skin on his forearm.
Kelf lowered his weapon, still squinting at the
shadows. “Ethan?” He shook his head. “Ya near t’
scared me t’ death.”
Ethan walked to the bar and sat on one of the
stools. “I’m sorry, Kelf. I didn’t want to wake
Kannice.”
“Ya didn’t?” Kelf asked, sounding confused.
“Long story.” When Kelf continued to gaze back at
him, Ethan said, “I’m in a bit of trouble, and I didn’t