Allissa

“He took my coin and gave me riddles. That is what has me sour.” Finn had been chewing on it since we broke camp, and from the look of him he meant to keep chewing the whole day. “A whole purse, Allissa. Handed to a toothless old man who looked me in the eye and told me the door was south. South. The fire strapped to your ribs tells me that much, and it has never once asked me for payment.”

Hollis laughed. It was not a warm sound. Nothing about Hollis ever was. “He knew more ...