Chapter ONE - Weebly

want to go home. So I thought I’d come here and sleep
downstairs; keep watch on the door.”
Kelf hefted the cleaver again. “Ya need me t’ stay?
Nothin’ personal, Ethan, bu’ ya’re not exactly th’
biggest fella in Boston. I can help ya.”
“That’s a kind offer, Kelf. But I can take care of
myself better than you might think from looking at me.”
“Aye, I don’ doubt it,” the barkeep said. “Ya wiry
types are like that.”
Ethan said nothing.
“Righ’ then. I’ll be on my way. I’ve jus’ finished up
in there.” He grabbed his coat off the bar and started
for the door. “Ya wan’ me t’ lock it?”
“Please,” Ethan said. “Good night, Kelf.”
“G’night, Ethan.”
Once Kelf had left the tavern, Ethan walked back to
the door, cut his forearm once more, and placed a
warding spell on the door. Reg appeared once again,
glowing brightly in the dark room. The spell made the
air hum; probably it sang through the streets. But as
with the concealment spell, he believed the warding to
be worth the risk.