Finding this witch was like tracking down a unicorn, and getting to Hoas was a workout in itself. None of the werewolves were about to let their sweat and sore feet go to waste now.
Thorin dug into his bosom—because where else would you keep your cash?—and pulled out a hefty bag of coins. He dropped it on the table with a flourish. "A hundred coins."
Elenwen's eyes widened so much they almost popped out. The jingle of the coins was like music to her ears. She reached for it like a kid reaching for candy, but Thorin yanked it back.
"Hold your horses," he said. "You answer our questions first. If we're happy with your answers, you get the whole bag. If not, you only get the thirty coins you initially asked for."
The old lady's eyebrows knitted together as if trying to decode a riddle. Zane jumped in, trying to sweeten the deal. "You heard the clink. We've got more than enough to cover the thirty coins in that bag."
