Chapter 42 Worst Case Scenario

• Raven
• The tavern was dimly lit and packed, the air smelling thickly of alcohol and smoke. It seemed the entire village was there tonight, celebrating the warriors returning safely.
• We made our way to a table in the corner, our cloaks up to shield our faces despite the crowded atmosphere. The guards, chattering loudly about the battle, made their way to the bar to pick up enough pints for all of us as Neil and I took our seats.