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land."
    "Where are they?" the dark-haired man asked.
    "Attached to the horse outside, I didn't want to risk bringing them in here. I didn't know whom I would be meeting. Glad to find you're all such upstanding soldiers."
    All four men laughed, followed quickly by the rest of the soldiers. "Not been called upstanding in some time," the dark-haired man said. "Name's James, we're mercenaries."
    "Well, at least you're not bandits," Thomas said.
    "Hugh, go with our friend here to get the merchandise," James said to the blond mercenary, ignoring Thomas's comment.
    "Come on," Hugh said, standing up and wrapping a cloak around his leather armor clad shoulders. "I don't want to be out in that rain all night."
    "Your friend can take a seat and enjoy himself," James said, while the other two mercenaries at the table made a show of playing with the daggers they held. "It's not a request."
    Thomas sat in Hugh's chair as requested, with a big grin on his face. A bunch of human mercenaries weren't going to be much trouble for either of us, but I preferred that it not come to that until the time was right.
    I pulled the hood of my own cloak up and stepped out into the rainy night with Hugh beside me. We hurried to the stables, and I was grateful for the shelter they provided. Hugh waited for me by the building’s entrance, while I walked to the still empty stall at the end of the stables, next to where my horse had been placed, and retrieved the satchel from under the bale of hay.
    He held out his hand, and I passed the satchel over, whereupon he eagerly opened it to check the contents. "Is that it?" he asked.
    I nodded. "What did you expect?"
    "Something a bit more extravagant. It's for a king and a prince."
    "Well apparently, extravagant is to be replaced with plain and functional. The king of the people."
    Hugh closed the satchel and slung the strap over his shoulder. "Sounds stupid to me. Kings are meant to be divine; they're supposed to be our betters."
    "You should tell that to James and his friends. I think they believe God made a mistake this time."
    Hugh laughed. "James doesn't give two shits about the fucking king or his friends. He cares about getting paid. About all of us getting paid."
    "So," I said with a slight sigh as we reached the stable doors. "Are you meant to kill me on the way back in or out here with the horses?"
    "Figured that out, did ya? Smart man." He pulled a dagger from his belt. "This ain't nothin' personal, you understand."
    "Yeah, it is," I told him and blasted him in the chest with gale of air that took him off his feet and threw him across the stables. He slammed against a thick wooden beam with a loud crack and fell to the ground limp and lifeless.
    I walked over to him and checked, but as I'd guessed, he was already dead. His neck, and probably his back, was broken. I retrieved his dagger and the satchel before running back through the rain to the tavern.
    "Where's Hugh?" James asked as I stepped through the front door. He was clearly surprised to see me.
    I tossed the dagger onto the nearest table. "You're a nasty piece of shit getting Hugh to kill me once I'd handed over the crowns."
    "You did what?" Thomas demanded of James in mock surprise. "Untrustworthy mercenaries, whatever next?"
    "We have your friend," James reminded me.
    "Yeah, that you do, you poor unlucky bastards. Make it quick, Thomas."
    Thomas struck with a speed that no human could have matched, slamming his hand into the throat of the nearest mercenary and catching another in the jaw with an elbow that sent the man to the ground as the first man began to choke.
    He caught James in the chest with a vicious kick, sending him sprawling to the floor. And then he slowly stood up and cracked his knuckles. Thomas was going to enjoy himself.
    He head butted the first man who came too close, but held onto his shirt and threw him over a table onto the laps of several more of the mercenaries whose alcohol-addled minds had made them slow and