“He’s upstairs,” Ansrael told her when she arrived at the
house, “you’re welcome to go on up. He told me what happened. Or some of it, at
least. I gather we owe you a debt of gratitude – the whole city does.”
“It wasn’t just me,” Lady Tarissa informed the elven squire,
“there were many of us involved. Including Larimor.”
“Thank you, nonetheless. I saw a lot of what happened, and I
can’t imagine what it would have been like if you – all of you – hadn’t put an
end to it. I’m going out to help with some of the clean-up at the temple.
Larimor has been there all day, but I’m sure he’ll be pleased to see you.”
“Thank you, Ansreal.” She was visiting Larimor’s home, a
well-appointed building, if smaller than the adventurers’ own villa, and one
that, of course, he shared with his squire, at least until her knighting
ceremony, which was due quite soon now. She had not been here often before, and
then only for brief visits, and it was a pleasant surprise to discover that
they would actually have some time alone for once.
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