Laurelyn sipped her tea while she staved off a chuckle at the boy’s boisterousness. She recognized him the night before – he had retrieved Fiend from under the table.
From his ill-fitting clothes and manner she sized him up to be a child of the streets, but one of quick wits and charming manner. But not a woodland child, she’d guess. “We travel fairly light,” she said, taking another sip of tea. She wasn’t about to announce they were heading to Morrow’s Hold – it could easily be that the highwaymen had spies within the Inn – family maybe. She almost chuckled aloud – in this case her caution stemmed from the fact that her Da’s family once oft used a similiar trick when they were in a harbor inn. Though they had given up pirating a generation or two ago – sticking now only to fishing and smuggling. “And since we don’t have many packs to deal with – tell me what your scouting resume is.”
Laurelyn had her doubts that the boy had been beyond Helgastop.