Chapter ONE - Weebly

He reached for his shirt. “All right. I’ll be down
shortly.”
She nodded and left the room once more. Ethan
finished dressing, making certain to strap on his blade.
Then he left the room and descended the stairs to the
tavern.
The man stood beside the doorway, his hands in
front of him clasping the brim of a black tricorn hat. As
Kannice had said, his clothes—the white silk shirt and
pale blue ditto suit with its matching coat, waistcoat,
and breeches—were of fine quality and fit him well. His
hair was silver, but his face was unlined—Ethan
wouldn’t have wanted to hazard a guess as to his age.
His eyes were pale, and his nose looked like it had
been broken at least once. Even before he spoke,
Ethan guessed that he was a Scotsman by birth.
“Yah’re Kaille?” the man asked, as Ethan
approached. “Th’ thieftaker?” His brogue was heavy—
definitely Scottish.
“I’m Ethan Kaille. Who are you?”
“I represen’ a man who wishes t’ hire ya.” He
indicated the closest table with an open hand.