Chapter 87: Coming Back to Haunt Him
Simon would have stared all night if he hadn’t noticed someone else giving him a strange look. It was then, only reluctantly, that he walked across the crowded bar and ordered himself a beer so that he could have something to do for a while longer.
Freya wasn’t the heartbroken, timid barmaid he was so used to seeing in this room. She was practically the opposite. She was wearing light leather armor and had a quiver of arrows on her back. It was clear she was a warrior of some kind now, and so were her friends. Eight of them sat there, occupying the central trestle table that he usually used to block the window.
In fact, now that he was looking around he noticed that he recognized many of the people here. Brenna, Gotrik, and more than a few zombies he’d killed more than once were in the room, though this time, they were all alive and breathing. The adventurers he’d fought so recently at the front gate were even here, and they were part of Freya’s party.
Simon was still trying to come to grips with that strange arrangement when Brenna brought his drink over. She practically shoved her tits in his face as she did so.
“Anything else?” she asked with a wicked smile, “or are you going to go join those friends of yours?”
“Oh, I don’t know them,” Simon said quickly.
“No?” she smiled. “Another mercenary group coming into town just as these are leaving. That’ll be good for business.”
Simon thought about asking her what she meant by that, but instead, he let her walk away. He knew he wouldn’t be able to keep his contempt off of his face when it came to dealing with her. Instead, he did what he always did. He bought a few drinks for the men at the bar, played some dice, and let them talk.
It turned out there hadn’t been any attacks on Schwarzenbruck in recent memory. Times had never been better. King Wilden the second, whom Simon had once met as a Prince, had been in power for years now, and though people didn’t think he was the man his father had been, the Duke had not tried to seize power on the man’s death. No one had heard anything about zombies or necromancers either. It was practically a golden age.