"We have to get out of here…" Collin whispered as he shrank into his cloak. "If they see us… if they figure out who we are…"
"Don't even joke about that Collin," Connor hissed at his brother. "If they figure out we've been spying for the other team… it won't just be us… the Black Hand will murder anyone connected to us."
"Grandpa," they both said together. Then Collin added, "Mom… uncle Pat… Shit."
"Relax," I said in a calming voice. "We'll escort you out the back way."
I glanced over to Varda, who, despite the number of rock beer she'd consumed, was alert enough to notice the exploding fist I made with my left hand.
"Aw, muds!" she yelled really loudly. "Here I am kicking back for the first time in ages after I'd finally gotten away from my slave driver of a boss," she winked at me as she said this, "and what do I find, a bunch of Scarlet Moon bastards walking into this dinky tavern…"
