With every new detail he learned, Styrm wanted to yell. What in th'ells 'ave ye got yerself into, Jozzie? he thought in silent lament.
"There's a lad ye'll be wantin' t'corner," he heard the barman say and his hands clenched reflexively around his mug. In a quieter room, a quiet crack would have been heard; not so much as to shatter and spill, but the glass would leak. Styrm took a swig and wiped his wet hand on his pants. He had littler money than he'd like after Solitaire's fleecing, but he removed what remained to him and slid it across the bar.
"Aye? Who's 'at an' what hole's he hidin' in?"
"There's a lad ye'll be wantin' t'corner," he heard the barman say and his hands clenched reflexively around his mug. In a quieter room, a quiet crack would have been heard; not so much as to shatter and spill, but the glass would leak. Styrm took a swig and wiped his wet hand on his pants. He had littler money than he'd like after Solitaire's fleecing, but he removed what remained to him and slid it across the bar.
"Aye? Who's 'at an' what hole's he hidin' in?"
