Ayda’s POV

I knew it was stupid of me to drink as much as the others, being a mother of one so young, but by the time the waitress topped off my goblet, I couldn’t remember why drinking had been such a bad idea after all.

The Withering Fang Pub was a charming little bar made out of the charred innards of a manor’s undercroft that had burned down during the Uprising. It was owned by a man named Georgios Papadakis and his wife ...