Davrin made all the appropriate thanks and requests the same go to the wife and finally, finally, they were back on the street. With only slightly bruised prides and fuller stomachs.

"That butcher list better not be another trick. These are good boots."

He'd gotten them off a fallen commander during a dark spawn raid on a village when the family insisted he be burned in dress uniform. Not that he had a need to be specific with Lucanis about that.