Chapter ONE - Weebly

walk, shoulders hunched, hands in the pockets of his
breeches.
He reached the tavern without incident. Upon
entering he breathed in the warmth and the familiar
aromas, and knew a moment of relief that almost
brought tears to his eyes. The past several days had
taken too much out of him. Before learning of Jennifer
Berson’s death from Abner Berson’s servant, he had
intended to rest for a few weeks. Now he promised
himself that he would actually do it.
In the next instant, though, he spotted Diver sitting
alone at a table in the back of the tavern. His weariness
forgotten, he stalked across the main room to where his
friend sat.
Kelf shouted out a “HiEthan!” but Ethan hardly
heard him.
“Ethan!” Diver said, seeing him approach. “You
don’t look—”
“What were you doing with Derne today?”
The younger man blinked. “What?”
“You heard me. What business did you have with
Cyrus Derne?”