Chapter 65: Rocky Road

The storm had passed, with Rodrigo and Milene spending most of their time in the room. She didn't want anyone getting used enough to his hair to see his face. Rodrigo sighed, but took the time to hone his knives and check his other gear.

"I thought you left everything behind when the villagers went after you." Milene wrinkled her nose at the pile on the little table.

"The important things don't go in my bag. In my business, leaving gear behind is always a possibility."

"What is your business?" Milene tilted her head.

"According to tradition, the Black Heir is a spy, a thief, and a poet."

"Do you do much thieving?" She frowned.

"As little as possible." Rodrigo shrugged. "People who get robbed look around for the closest Rehego to blame. It would risk my cover."

"Is that the only reason?" 

Rodrigo tried to guess what she was getting at, but he'd never been good at reading her. Something bothered her and thieving had triggered it.