Chapter - 67
"Someday, you'll go far, far away. Do me a favor when that time comes," Thorne said, leaning back in his chair. "Stay away."
Jacob, unfazed, leaned against the bar and shrugged. "I just did what I thought was right."
Thorne raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. "Shame your tongue races away, while your mind's still hitching up the wagon."
Elara, standing nearby, couldn't suppress a snicker as she listened to their banter. It had been two days since Jacob had recovered and returned to his routine at the Iron Mug.
Jacob pointed a finger at Thorne, trying to look serious but unable to hide the slight grin tugging at his lips. "If you keep annoying me, old man, I might have to consider finding a new place to haunt."
Thorne let out a bark of laughter, clapping Jacob on the shoulder. "Good luck finding a spot that serves better food than mine. Besides, who's gonna put up with your brooding and those terrible excuses for jokes?"
