Chapter 136

Sylas and his companions traveled through several villages over a few days. They passed small and large villages alike, but prices were consistently high. Each night they stayed, their funds dwindled rapidly. Without the stash of gold coins Sylas had gathered before departing, they would have run out long ago.

"Damn it, I'm starting to hate this place," Toby grumbled after they settled in at the seventh inn. Ray nodded in agreement.

"Is it the high prices?" Ray asked.

"It's their attitude that annoys me even more," Toby replied.

"They're shameless," Ray added.

Sylas burst into laughter at their complaints. It was true; the innkeepers showed no hint of apology despite charging exorbitant prices. Yet, oddly enough, Sylas found himself missing this shamelessness. Memories of an old friend came to mind.

"Are all Northerners so thick-skinned? At least pretend to be sorry."

"This isn't shamelessness, Captain. It's pride."