Chapter 200: Storytelling (1)
[ Ger ]
Ger, Axel and Ronan swiftly left the Snake Pitt Inn, their hoods covering their features as they roamed around the run-down area. They decided to split up and listen to what rumours were spreading about the prince. Their goal was to listen, stay out of sight and figure out if they could use the royal guard to their advantage or have to hinder them.
They didn’t have either the gem, Evanna and had lost track of Cilv. But that all changed when the trio met up in the centre of town, reiterating any news that might possibly help.
"They’re staying at the Rose and Crown," Ronan informed them first. "They’re only staying a few days before moving on."
Ger turned to him as his gaze wandered around them, taking note of any who might be watching them. But this was Kuramji; there was always something else more interesting to watch and listen to than three grown men. As it were, a man was thrown out of one of the houses further down the road, clothes thrown down onto the street, landing on the wet, muddy ground. A woman shouted down at the man, and he replied just as aggressively, cursing back at her.
"Where are they going next?" Ger asked, returning his attention back to his companions. He wasn’t so fortunate to hear anything worthwhile and, unfortunately, learnt more about the trouble bandits were causing in the wastelands, halting many from entering Kuramji.
"Liz said she would try and find out. A few of the men are returning tonight," Ronan replied smoothly as though his relationship with ’Liz’ was normal.
Both Ger and Axel looked at him for a moment like he had a few issues to resolve. Ger’s gaze flicked to his trousers and back up. "Didn’t you get your fill from that maid?" His disapproval was apparent in his features.
Ger didn’t care if he was going to the whorehouse to get a release; although the man didn’t need to pay for pleasure, women flocked to him like flies to shit. But now was not the time. Couldn’t he keep it in his pants for at least twenty-four hours?