Heroes For Hire: Syriah's Quest

By Jason Bailey

A classic adventure tale that is sure to take the reader on a whirlwind of romping good fun. Long-time friends, Des and Ajak, have fallen on hard times, in no small part due to Des. He just can't seem to stay out of trouble. Either he finds it, or it finds him, in quick order. Des and Ajak's failing guard duty business, Heroes for Hire, is going nowhere fast. Fate brings them a lucrative offer from a mysterious client. They are to escort Syriah Sweetwater, a member of one of Antero's most powerful families, to the Wildlands of the north, a dangerous place for a sheltered woman of the city elite. Syriah, an apprentice at the famed Academy of Arcane Arts, must complete a final stage in her training to attain the rank of journey mage at the Academy. What is supposed to be a routine guard duty detail turns into a disastrous adventure fraught with peril. Pursuit by a ruthless bounty hunter, assassins, and mercenaries, along with encounters by unexpected companions, takes them down roads none of them are prepared to travel.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jason Bailey
• Release date: Jul 16, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463954386

Jason Bailey

Greetings!Thank you for stopping by. I'm Jason, the one responsible for all this--for better or worse! Like so many others, I have a passion for stories and writing. I am very excited to share this passion and hope others will enjoy the journey as much as I do.​I have many interests and hobbies--too many! It's the curse, or blessing, of my kind. There's just way too much amazing stuff out there. I love being active. It's how I recharge. Mountain biking, hiking, running, swimming, martial arts, snowboarding, skateboarding, water sports, and trampoline parks are all fair game. Leisure activities will find me reading, writing, watching movies, and tinkering about with music--I play guitar and not very well at that!I enjoy traveling. My wife and I are adventurers at heart and love planning a trip to someplace new or to a favorite haunt. We enjoy being outdoors, so hiking, biking, and paddle boarding will often make the top of the list. Theme parks like Disneyland get thrown into the mix--though my family would argue I enjoy those places as much or more as the kids!​I've been an avid reader ever since junior high. I was a poor student up to that point and had no love of school. But a required reading class in 9th grade forced me to the school library. I was never one for reading. My intent was to simply pass the class period wandering about the library. As fate would have it, I chanced upon a copy of "The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring". The cover art captured me immediately. I saw a wizard, a warrior with a sword, an elf with a bow, a dwarf with an axe and these smaller characters I couldn't recognize. They were all standing upon an exotic landscape in a world I wanted to know more about. Something drew me in. I brought the book back to the reading class. Before I knew it, I was hooked, whether I wanted to be or not! This serendipitous happen chance led me down an unexpected love for reading. Soon, I was devouring books of all kinds. It became a refuge for me. A place I could escape. Because of all the voracious reading, something happened with my grades. They started to improve. Gradually, I became a better and better student.To this day I am still an avid reader, though finding the time can be a challenge. A lot of distractions compete for my time these days.I love stories. I really enjoy being caught up in a good tale. I picture myself right there along with the main characters, sharing in their experiences. I'm often sad when the journey is over but eager to dive in and start it all over again.​I took up writing many years ago, but life, marriage, kids, careers (all that pesky grown up jazz, not to mention my myriad of interests!) did their best to keep me on my toes. I finally buckled down and said enough is enough. Either I pursue this dream and make it happen, or I sit about wishing and wondering what could have been.​I am very fortunate to be married to a wonderful woman. She has put up with all my silly nonsense for many a moon. We make a fantastic team. Together we have two amazing kids. I learn far more from them than I could ever hope to reciprocate. We have two, furry canine companions that make life complete, which usually means a barely manageable exercise in chaos. We live and survive on this incredible ride of life in Colorado--well, most of the time. If not traveling, I spend a great deal of my days tromping about in imaginary worlds!​​​​

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Chapter 1

Bad Luck Charm

Here’s to another fine mess you got us in. Ajak hoisted a pewter tankard of spiced ale. Jerky flickers from the flames of the candle lantern danced upon the polished mug and reflected across Ajak’s dark arms.

That’s what I’m good for. Des raised his own tankard in reply.

Won’t argue that.

Just living up to my reputation. Des belched and wiped a dirty forearm across his chin. Besides, it’s not all my fault. I seem to be out of favor with the good Lady Fortunya. He put his hand up and whispered across the back of it, She’s got it out for me.

Ajak choked on his drink. Out of favor? Ale spilled from his lips. Branded is more like it. He set his mug down. The Goddess of Luck doesn’t have to bother with you, my friend. You do plenty of damage on yer own.

Glad you have so much faith.

Faith? Ajak leaned back. Let’s recount our recent misfortunes, shall we? He shot up a finger. First, you gambled away all our coin in Tornio. He shook his fist and shot up a second finger. Then, you lost our jobs on the way back, and that was something.

Admit it, the merchant’s daughter wasn’t homely, was she?

Ajak paused. No, I suppose not. Still, even for you.

What? I was upset over losing the coin, Des said, though they both knew how much water that held. But it’s good to know I can still surprise you.

Ajak grunted. Which brings us to the matter of how you forgot to pay rent before we left. He waved three meaty fingers in Des’ face. And never mind I spend most my nights with Bree. He shot Des a look that silenced any rebuttals. Now, here we are, he gestured wide to the common room of the busy pub, back home with no coin, no jobs, and no place to stay.

Des waved Ajak’s worries away and drained his mug. And yet, you’re still at my side.

Something I’m trying to make sense of, believe me.

Once the right opportunity comes along, I’ll redeem myself. You’ll see.

Ajak’s face looked anything but convinced. Right opportunity?

Something always turns up.

You mean always gets us into trouble.

Always?

Always.

Des shrugged. Guess that means the right opportunity hasn’t come along yet.

You’re telling me. Ajak returned to his drink, took a huge swig to finish it and slammed the mug down. The candle lantern jumped. Well, you can start this redemption of yours by getting us more drink and something to eat. I’m starving, and too impatient to wait for a serving maid in this beehive.

Fair enough, Des said. Our luck is about to change, my friend. I can feel it.

Ajak mumbled something about feeling it all right.

Des rose and fired a casual salute. He started toward the main bar of the Bursting Keg.

It was a busy night for the lively pub. Every booth and table were filled, some even more so as folks tried to squeeze extra companions in.

The Keg earned its reputation as one of the most boisterous pubs in Antero. A cheerful and energetic quartet played upon the stage. They strummed, piped, and drummed to a popular jig. Young couples responded in kind on the crowded dance floor. Accidental collisions were met with laughter and smiles. Des knew that as the night wore on, and the drink, some of that merriment would give way to fisticuffs.

A petite young woman bumped into him. She looked up at his handsome features and her cheeks flushed. She whispered something of a shy apology and brushed long hair from her face while batting doe eyes.

Des responded with a warm smile, took her hand, and led her back onto the dance floor.

Before he took three steps, a sullen young man barred his way, arms crossed. His glaring eyes dared Des to try and steal his girl.

Des let go of the girl’s hand and continued on his way, leaving the couple in heated argument. The night was young and he was far too sober for a fight. Besides, he hadn’t even eaten yet.

Drink flowed strong. Patrons blew froth from their mugs every which way. More than once Des wiped foam from his face or tunic as he pressed through a group of laughing people.

McDoogan, the proud owner of the pub, made the Keg famous for his signature spiced ale, sizzling skillets, and spirited musical troupes. Folk loved the busy pub but Des had never seen it like this.

A thin haze of pipe smoke hung in the air. Various scents of sweet tobac drifted through, the dominate one being cherry. The tobac helped mask the odor of the many bodies that had seen a hard day at honest, and a fair amount of dishonest, work.

Barmaids and servers scurried about, weaving in and out of tight spaces with the practiced ease of surefooted dancers.

Des reached the bar, which couldn’t afford an inch of elbowroom. Taller than average, he looked over those sitting at the counter and spied McDoogan. The man was hard to miss. He occupied his personal space like a looming tree. A black beard sprouted over his face. Shaggy, dark hair flew about his head in desperate need of a good combing out.

McDoogan and two assistants worked the counter. Sweat stained shirts clung to their bodies. Drinks and food passed through a large opening connected to the kitchen. McDoogan spun to retrieve more mugs of ale, caught sight of Des, and stopped.

When did you get in? he said in his booming voice and grinned.

Couple hours past, Des shouted back and slid into an open spot.

Run into any trouble? McDoogan drew closer and they clasped forearms.

Things could have gone better. Know of anyone looking to hire merchant guards?

McDoogan shook his head and roared. Blast me if I’m not surprised! He slapped his palm down upon the wooden bar counter. What did you do this time?

Des feigned insult. How come everyone just assumes it’s my fault?

Usually is. Who’d you go out with?

Mizon Pillary. The distaste slid off Des’ tongue. Real primrose too. Treats his little rat of a dog better than his guards.

McDoogan blew out a low whistle. Don’t doubt that, but not one to cross, Des. That’s a powerful and well-connected merchant he is. If you upset the likes of him, likely you won’t be finding guard work any time soon.

Needed a career change anyway. Des leaned in and gestured for McDoogan to do the same. Besides, what kind of merchant travels with his, shall we say, promiscuous, daughter?

There it is! McDoogan shouted and slapped the counter again. You’ll never learn.

It wasn’t my fault. Des held his hands up. She came to my bedroll and brought nothing but a whole lotta trouble.

Now there’s a tale that’s landed many a man in dire straits, my friend. McDoogan wiped out a mug with his dirty apron. I’d be watching my back. Mizon Pillary will not take well to you fooling around with his daughter, never mind her reputation.

Des pushed some coins across the counter. If only he knew what his little girl was really like.

Won’t matter. Yer still the scapegoat.

Des nodded. How well he knew that story. Listen, if I don’t get Ajak some food, he’s gonna get cranky. He pushed the coins over. And he’s already cranky.

Can’t have that. McDoogan snatched up the coins. Now you listen. He shook a mug at Des. You have plenty of excuses, so no brawlin’. That dandy you boys stirred up last time was more than enough. He gestured to the other side of the pub. Bonk still has it out for you. Any funny business tonight and I might just set him loose.

Des looked over his shoulder. Bonk leaned against the wall near the entrance. He was a hulk of a man and a knock down, dirty fighter of a bouncer to boot. His face displayed the missing teeth, scars, crooked nose, and chewed up ear to prove it.

Bonk slapped a mean looking club against his palm in a slow, steady rhythm. His dark eyes surveyed the crowd, eager for any takers.

Yeah, well, that was an accident. Foggy details about that night came to mind. He did remember drinking a lot. No surprises there. One day I’ll make things right for all the trouble.

McDoogan smirked. I’ll settle for these. He jingled Des’ last few coins in his fist. They’re a shade more than empty promises. Now, what can I get you?

Two house specials and open a tab. If trouble is all I got, then I plan on drowning in it.

I’ll see to it. McDoogan slipped the coins into a leather money purse hidden under his apron. Tell Ajak I might have some solid blacksmithing work. If he can ever leave your side.

Don’t get your hopes up, Des said. Ajak would whither of boredom without me.

McDoogan laughed. Wouldn’t we all? They clasped arms and Des departed.

He avoided the looming glare of Bonk on his way back to the table. Des didn’t remember all the details, but he recalled a throw down of a brawl some months back. Ajak claimed Des started it, which Des denied. The girl had asked him to dance. How did he know she was the daughter of a captain of the Antero City Watch?

The captain was none too pleased to find her carousing and carrying on into the late hours of the night. She had snuck out with some friends. He took one look at her dancing with the likes of Des and that was it. The good captain was off duty and had brought some friends. Things spiraled out of control in short order.

As fate would have it, Bonk had gotten caught in a cross-fire of blows between Des, Ajak, the captain and his men. In all the mayhem Des and Ajak fled out the back. Bonk exploded into a rage. It took reinforcements from the City Watch to bring him under control. Bonk suffered a dislocated jaw and cracked ribs for his trouble.

The last thing Des wanted was to give Bonk an excuse for payback. Bonk was born to brawl and loved nothing more.

Part of Des panged with guilt. He didn’t enjoy taking advantage of McDoogan’s hospitality. They were old friends and the man would let him get away with just about anything. But that didn’t give Des the right to freeload. He wondered where had he missed the right turn in life, or turns—he was certain he had missed quite a few.

He reached Ajak and made a silent prayer to Lady Fortunya for his streak of bad luck to turn around. The gods only knew he owed some good people a lot more than what he gave of late.

Des plopped into his chair, exhausted. The last few days on the road took its toll. Food’s on the way and soon you won’t see the bottom of that mug old friend.

Good. Ajak tipped his tankard upside down. It’s running a little dry for my liking. How’s McDoogan?

Same as always. Says he has some work lined up for you.

Might be I’ll take him up on it. Has to pay better than you.

Can’t argue that. But the quality of life just wouldn’t be the same.

I’ll drink to that. Ajak grinned and raised his empty mug.

Des returned the gesture and they banged mugs together with a metallic clang. Isn’t it bad luck to toast an empty mug?

Do you think it matters at this point?

Suppose not.

Speaking of. Ajak’s tone changed. That one there seems interested in our general direction. He gestured with his eyes to other side of the room.

Des followed the line of sight and spotted a lone figure sitting at a table next to the hearth. It was late summer, too hot for a fire so bright candles filled the hearth. The surrounding light drowned out the details but Des made out a man of lean build in wealthy attire, content with a glass of wine and a light meal, both of which looked untouched. Although he appeared to be out enjoying the evening, he did not fit the patronage of the Bursting Keg, a pub for working folk—and sometimes less savory denizens of Antero.

Seems to be in the wrong part of the city. Des shifted his focus back to Ajak. Don’t see his kind down here.

Agreed. Something else too. Ajak paused and looked away. It’s like…bah, I don’t know. He waved it off. I just need more ale. Hanging around you has me bent out.

Des knew better than to discount Ajak’s instincts. He glanced back at the stranger and a bizarre weight pulled his eyes toward him.

No, there is something odd.

Trouble?

Don’t know, don’t care. Des shrugged. Got enough trouble for the time being. Who knows? Lot of queer folk in the city. So long as he just sits there, then I say let him. He gestured to their empty mugs. Let’s worry about enjoying a good meal and drinks, lots of drinks.

I’m into that. Ajak noticed something over Des’ shoulder and his eyebrows rose. On that note.

A wooden tray laden with steaming skillets crashed onto their table. Sliced sausage mixed with scrambled eggs and diced potatoes jumped everywhere. Two mugs filled with spiced ale followed and spilled onto the table and food.

What’s all this? Des rose but stopped short and sank back down.

A young, redheaded serving girl, fair skinned, dotted with light freckles struck an imposing stance, fists on hips. She sported a low-cut blouse with leather laces that revealed ample viewing. A long green skirt with thigh slits gave her slender legs plenty of freedom and show. But it was her eyes that stood out. Those smoldering green orbs bore right through Des.

Oh, hello, Kylee. Des failed at transitioning from awkward surprise, with a healthy dose of concern, to suave. Didn’t know you were working tonight.

The corners of Kylee’s mouth tightened.

Chapter 2

Matters of Coin

Why would you? Kylee glared through narrowed slits. After what you did.

What are you talking about?

Kylee’s pale cheeks flushed. How typical. Her face tightened. Just like a man to play dumb when he’s cornered, but too dumb to admit it. She gestured towards the kitchen. The girls, they warned me about getting mixed up with you. But I was too foolish to listen. She stuck her finger in Des’ face. You said you cared about me. How many others have you told that lie to?

Nearby patrons hushed. Des caught amused grins. His cheeks burned.

What others? Des grimaced. That was a damn stupid thing to say. Now he was in a bigger hole with no idea what Kylee was about.

How dare you! I deserve better, you, inconsiderate beast!

Des sat back. Was the girl mad?

The night before you scoundrels left for Tornio, Kylee said and leaned in. You shared my bed, or did you forget that too?

Cheers and other vulgar remarks erupted from the small crowd.

Kylee gave them a callous glare. Some quieted, though others failed at hiding their giggles.

I woke up, alone, she said and turned back to Des. I saw you leave with that, that other woman. Kylee paused, took a steadying breath. You hopped from my bed right to another’s, just like that? She snapped her fingers.

Now Des remembered. That was quite the night. They had spent a passionate evening together in Kylee’s room at one of the inns. Afterward, Kylee drifted off into a peaceful slumber. He had a lot on his mind on account of some gambling debt. He couldn’t sleep and went downstairs for a drink. Night Shade had shown up to make sure he made good on it.

Des blinked. He understood. Kylee saw him leave with Night Shade, a beautiful and dangerous woman, personal bodyguard to the man he owed debt, and not to mention, a former lover.

Listen, Kylee, Des said and motioned for her to calm down. You got this all wrong. Yes, I left with that other woman. Again, more snickers and comments from the small crowd.

Patience at an end, Des bolted from his chair and stared them down, daring someone to push it. He turned back to Kylee and reached out.

It’s not what you think.

Kylee shoved his arm aside. Do you think I’m that stupid? Her lips trembled. Why did I ever get involved with you?

Des sighed. Kylee, you’re overreacting—

Her eyes flared and she slapped him across the face. How’s that for overreacting? She stormed off and wiped at her cheeks.

Des watched her go. It was no use chasing after her. Kylee was too stubborn and his reputation too well deserved. What could he say? That he left with a former lover in the middle of the night on matters of business?

The wide-eyed crowd surrounding his table came into acute focus for Des. He saw their judgmental stares, heard their whispered voices and saw their hateful smirks.

Got your fill yet? He turned about, fists clenched, jaw firm.

Even with liquid courage no one was willing to bite. The scars on Des’ arms were very convincing.

Ajak rose, put a hand on Des’ shoulder and eased him into his seat.

The small crowd broke up and went back to their business. The show was over. Noise and laughter took over once again. For the patrons of the Bursting Keg it was a good sign, the promise of an entertaining night.

That could have gone better.

Wanna talk about it? Ajak put their skillets and drinks back in order. He handed Des a fork.

No, Des said and ripped the fork out of Ajak’s hand.

Good. The food’s getting cold.

Des pushed his food around and took small bites.

Ajak suffered no such problem.

Des put hand to mug, ready to drink the night away. He up ended his tankard in one large gulp.

Doubt Kylee will serve our table, he said. Not sure any of the other girls will either. Situations like this tend to band their lot together.

Pull up at the bar? Ajak relaxed into his seat, satisfied after a good meal. He looped his thumbs into the top of his trousers and belched. Don’t much care who brings my drinks, so long as they get here.

Hold that thought. Des saw a serving girl headed their way carrying a large pitcher. He knew most of the girls that worked for McDoogan but didn’t recognize this one.

Her skin was light brown, the complexion common to those from the far South Lands. Her hair fell about her shoulders and back in thick waves. She had a white, Evening Star blossom pinned behind her right ear. She wore a black, lacey blouse that stopped midriff. White trousers hung low on the hips with black clover leaf patterns stitched on flared hems. The swagger in her walk complimented her shapely legs.

Most striking was her exotic eye make-up. A heavy band of silver shadow gave her the appearance of a woodland sprite.

Despite her beauty, something about her was familiar. Des knew this woman, but blast if he could recall who she was.

She smirked at him. More than one man’s head strained as far as it could when she passed by. Some almost fell from their seats and received slaps from their offended lasses.

I see you still have a way with women, she said in a thick accent when she reached their table. Some things will never change, no. She shook her head. Use a drink, yes? She set the pitcher down. And you can close your mouth now.

Des sat up. Briella! By the gods how you get me every time with that business. He gestured at her outfit. You’d think by now I’d spot you.

You’d think, Briella said and plopped into Ajak’s lap. But I won’t hold my breath, no. She grabbed Ajak’s face with both hands and planted a passionate kiss upon his lips. So happy to see you, Jak-Jak, but this needs a trim, no? She rubbed at the thick patch on his upper lip. I see you kept up with this, though, yes? She ran a hand over Ajak’s smooth head.

I know how much you like it. Ajak pulled her in with his powerful arms. I missed you, he whispered. By the gods how I missed you. The couple lost themselves in a loving kiss.

Des coughed something about getting a room and poured himself another drink.

All in good time, Briella promised and tugged at Ajak’s ear. But a girl needs to work when the pickings are ripe, yes?

She eased up the hem of her trousers and revealed a web of money purses laced to her lower leg.

Ah. Des peaked over the table with an approving nod. Up to the usual, I see. She was hands down the best pickpocket he ever saw. Not only did she have fast hands, but she often donned various disguises to distract her quarry.

Of course. Briella smiled. Why else would I dress like this, no? She struck a teasing pose.

I’ve no doubts there, Des said with appreciation, which drew a look from Ajak. You put together a sure bet tonight.

Ajak’s eyes narrowed.

What? Can’t I give a girl a compliment? Beats a lot of her other getups. Des looked around. And I’m not the only one admiring.

Just the way I like it, Briella said. Men only notice certain things about a woman. She stuck her thumb in Des’ direction.

Hey, Des said. That’s not true. Not always.

Oh, but you men make it so easy. Briella waggled her fingers and a coin appeared. She ran it across her knuckles, from one hand to the other, and then the coin vanished. I almost feel guilty.

That’s my girl. Ajak slapped her on the rump. One of us needs to provide a living.

One of us?

Ajak pointed at Des. Long story.

I see. Briella looked at Des.

What can I say? Des held his hands up and grinned. It’s me.

Briella rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to Ajak. You can tell me later, yes?

Ajak nodded and reached for his mug.

So, Briella said. What was all that with Kylee? You broke her heart, no. I thought you cared for her.

Since when did you work here? Des doubted she would let him change the subject, but it was worth a try. Never pegged you for honest work.

Since a few days ago, when I worked the crowd as a customer, Briella said. I thought how much easier if I was an employee, no? She slipped out of Ajak’s lap and sat next to him at the table. And don’t go dodging this business with Kylee. She drummed her fingers along the table.

I meant no harm by her. Des took a pull on his mug. She’s better off.

Something we agree on, Briella said. Any sensible girl should know this, yes.

Thanks.

You still haven’t answered my question.

It’s a simple misunderstanding. Des didn’t want to get into it now. Ajak wasn’t aware of the full story, and Des hoped to keep it that way, at least till he sorted things out.

That’s always the case with you, yes, Briella said. But Kylee’s too upset over a simple misunderstanding, no?

Des sighed. Ajak would not like this one. The night before we left, Kylee saw me leave her place with Night Shade.

Briella gasped and said something in her native tongue that sounded like an expletive. I thought you and Night Shade were done, no?

Done as it gets. Shade’s a bit too cold and…rough for my taste.

Ajak choked on his drink while Briella leveled a stare.

Why did you leave with her? Briella asked.

Would have been nice if I had a choice.

Briella and Ajak waited for him to continue. Des knew Ajak sensed there was something he didn’t want to say and Briella would never let him keep quiet.

There was nothing for it. She came to collect on a debt. Des winced at admitting the truth.

Rasool? Ajak asked.

Des nodded and Ajak swore.

Rasool operated the biggest ring of gambling and smuggling in the city. Every thief, beggar, and seedy character that called Hauler’s Haven home, the southern quarter of Antero, knew the name Rasool. If anything happened in the city, Rasool knew about it, and no one lasted long on his bad side.

Des found himself in that situation more often than not over card playing. He avoided any unpleasantness with Rasool by winning back his debt. But there were those rare occasions when that strategy didn’t work.

How much? Ajak asked.

Des coughed out a mumbled response.

What was that? Ajak’s eyes blew wide.

I might have lost…everything. Des looked into his empty mug as if it were the most interesting thing.

Ajak rubbed at his moustache, a habitual gesture when he was upset.

Briella put her head in her hands and swore. Aye, yai, yai…this again?

What could he say? The looks on his friends’ faces made his stomach tighten, and what was that?

Des stiffened. An unexpected sensation prickled over his skin. That bizarre weight again. Des looked over to the stranger, who still sat at the corner table across the room. The man stared right at him. Something pulled him toward that man, something unseen, intangible. Des couldn’t explain it. He tried to turn away but his gaze was locked toward that stranger.

By everything, Ajak said. You mean the hidden stash, the whole bit?

What, what was that? Des looked around, confused. The connection he just had toward the vicinity of the stranger was severed. Maybe there something in the ale? He turned his attention back to Ajak and nodded.

That explains Tornio, Ajak said and leaned back into the booth. Never seen you so reckless at cards. You tried to win it all back.

That was the plan. Didn’t work out.

Neither did the trip back.

Hey, she came to me.

Ajak swore.

Wait, Briella broke in. Who came to who?

You don’t want to know. Ajak looked at Des. Do you owe more?

Night Shade made sure I rounded up every coin.

Why so accommodating?

Ah yes, I see, Briella said in understanding. You were protecting Kylee.

Night Shade finds the most creative ways to get the job done. Des tinkered with his mug. Kylee was leverage. Shade knew I wouldn’t do anything that might get Kylee hurt.

You have few redeeming qualities, Des, Briella said. But there is honor in you.

Des snorted. Leave it to Bree to throw a compliment around.

Well, Ajak said after a long pause. That about covers it.

The weight of Ajak’s disappointment hit hard. Hey, I botched things, but trust me, I will straighten this out.

Briella said something in her native language that sounded a lot like the word idiot. She gave Des a stern look. Maybe you’ll stay out of trouble for a while, no? With Rasool’s big game coming up it is a good thing you have no money. She cringed and put a hand to her mouth.

What big game?

You’re hopeless. Briella looked to Ajak. How do you manage with this one?

Something I ask myself daily, the big man said.

Rasool is hosting a card game, high stakes, Briella said. The pot is rumored an outrageous sum. Everyone knows about this, yes. I’m surprised you didn’t hear of it.

We were on the road.

It doesn’t matter, she said. You could never afford the buy in. She shook her finger at him. Don’t even think of coming to me for coin.

Des chuckled, knowing better, though the thought crossed his mind. He rubbed his chin. So Rasool put together a big game, did he?

Yes, I think it’s best you’re not involved in that one, Briella said. The gods only know what trouble you’d get into.

Ajak snorted in agreement.

Briella rose, stretched and stole a sip from Ajak’s drink. She leaned in and whispered to him. Ajak’s reaction revealed plain enough about the night that lay ahead for those two. Blasted lucky bloke.

Well boys, Briella said. As much as I’d love to stay, she looked about the crowded pub. A girl’s work is never done, no. She eyed Ajak and then regarded Des. Never a dull moment Des.

Des offered a casual smile. I aim to please.

Briella shook her head and slipped off. She left both men watching her go with wolfish admiration.

An awkward silence fell over the two companions till Des couldn’t take it any longer. You’re quiet.

What’s to say? Things are what they are.

You call that a response?

Like I said. Ajak poured another drink. A fine mess you got us into. I thought it was bad before.

Before Des could reply, a voice broke in. Perhaps I can be of assistance, gentlemen. The tone was that of a well-educated man: crisp, clear, and carried power.

Des and Ajak jumped. A moment ago, it was only them. Out of nowhere this man stood at their table. He looked down on them with keen eyes, alive with intellect and intrigue.

While Des sized the man up, he realized something. He glanced across the room to make sure. The corner table was vacant.

No need to worry, Mr. LeMaro, the man said. I have no ill intentions. He gestured to an empty chair.

May I?

Chapter 3

What You Wish For

The stranger didn’t wait for an answer and made a move for the chair. Des and Ajak tensed with instinctive reaction drilled into their fiber.

The stranger chuckled. Everything about the man radiated confidence.

Ajak put a healthy dose of fear in most by his sheer size alone. Des’ many scars showed he was no stranger to conflict. But the stranger didn’t notice or care. They posed no threat to him and that worried Des. People of his social class did not venture into Hauler’s Haven unless well protected.

The man wore clothing of fine weave, cut and tailored from the most expensive fabrics. A black velvet cape lined with purple silk hung about his shoulders. He sported a neat, black beard that matched his groomed hair. He carried a cane with a white serpent coiled around a silver egg carved into the handle. Under the stranger’s right hand, held close to his body, rested a black top hat. His clothing alone was more expensive than what most folk in the Keg earned in years.

Des gestured for the enigmatic stranger to sit, who gave the slightest nod and took his seat with perfect posture.

So, Des said. What can we do for you? And how is it you know my name?

The corners of the stranger’s lips rose. Straight to the point. I like that. He set his cane and top hat aside and reached inside his waistcoat. He withdrew an old, battered piece of rolled up parchment and slid it across the table. Recognize this?

Curious, Des picked up the parchment and unrolled it. He held it close to the candle lantern. You have my attention.

It was an old flysheet for a business venture Des shared with Ajak, Heroes for Hire. They left the King’s Army to run their own private escort and body guard service. In its short history, things did not go well. They turned to the low-paying jobs of merchant caravan guards—that is until Des just ruined that endeavor on their last trip out.

The stranger leaned forward and tapped the weathered poster. Catchy name.

Des couldn’t tell if the man was mocking him.

Since you are so keen on getting to the point, Mr. LeMaro, the stranger said. I would like to procure your services for a most promising contract. One that will pay handsomely.

Is that so? Des was intrigued but tried to play it casual. He could not ignore the prospect of making a lot of coin, not after recent events. What kind of contract are we talking here, mister…

Bazler, the name’s Bazler. He did not offer his hand. The contract is a simple escort service.

If life experiences taught him anything, Des knew that matters involving a lot of coin were anything but simple.

I see. Des noticed Ajak shake his head in subtle warning. Ajak distrusted anything outside his humble comfort zone.

What’s the job? Des asked.

Bazler held up a gloved finger. One moment. He reached inside his waistcoat and withdrew a black, velvet money purse and set it on the table. Consider this a good faith payment to hear our offer, he said. That represents a mere percentage of the total fee.

Des hefted the money purse, surprised at its weight. He unfastened the leather drawstring. After one quick glance, he sealed it shut and covered it with both hands. Somehow, and blast if he knew how, there was more gold inside than what should have been possible.

Des looked at Bazler, puzzled and wary. People didn’t toss around coin like that.

By all means, Bazler said, entertained by Des’ reaction. The coin is yours. Do with it what you like. He waved his hand. Walk away and spend it, I care not. Or…

All that gold under Des’ hands was an unfair temptation. He saw by Bazler’s smug-lipped expression he knew it too.

Hear our offer, Mr. LeMaro, Bazler said. Take the contract, and you will receive a payment many times that amount.

Des tapped a finger across the back of his other hand, at a crossroads. His instincts warned him to walk away. The solid weight of all that gold under his hands told him otherwise.

Bazler studied Des. By the looks of that poster, he said and touched the battered flysheet. I gather business has not been as prosperous as you fellows would like?

Not enlightening, but Des admired the fellow’s style.

And judging by the amount you two have consumed, Bazler said and regarded their empty mugs and pitcher. Either a celebration, or men drowning in their sorrows.

A most perceptive fellow, that Bazler, something Des should stay away from. But he knew he couldn’t do that. It was like the gods had listened. It was said they worked in mysterious ways. Who was he to question or judge?

Besides, he was cut off at the knees, his options bleak: work the docks down at Trader’s Point, reenlist in the army, or return to the family farm.

He already traveled those roads, knew where they led.

Des could tell that Ajak was against it. But Ajak had a good woman and his blacksmithing to fall back on. The big man could make a decent life for himself. Even if Des had the same, he still couldn’t pass on Bazler’s offer. Where Ajak was one to do the right thing, Des wished he had.

So, what happens next? Des avoided Ajak’s disapproving stare.

Bazler smiled. Ah, very good. I cannot speak more of the matter here. I am bound by strict privacy, you understand. I alone do not possess the final authority on this matter. A small card appeared in Bazler’s fingers. If you wish to know the details of the contract, he said and ignored Ajak’s sour expression. Meet with us here, tomorrow eve.

Bazler set the card on the table and slid it halfway across.

Des grunted and picked it up. The Silver Swan was written in flowing silver script on the card. In the bottom right corner was a large B with a serpent twisting through the two loops stamped in burgundy wax. Leave it to the high and mighty and their personal seals.

I’ve heard of the place. Des tried not to sound impressed. Who didn’t know about The Silver Swan? Not sure they’ll take our kind in there.

Bazler chuckled. Not to worry. Just show that card to the maître de. Tomorrow then?

We’ll be there.

Bazler gave a slight nod and stood. That is most agreeable. He shifted his cane under one arm and put his top hat on. He struck quite the out-of-place vision in the Bursting Keg. Des hoped Bazler knew how to handle himself. He made for an inviting target for the local cutpurses.

Bazler gestured at Des’ hands. And do enjoy your little advance. I’m sure you’ll have no trouble.

Des tried not to grin like an idiot. A couple promising ideas already came to mind.

Bazler tipped his hat. Gentlemen. He spun and his exotic cape whirled about his lean form while he walked away.

Des tucked the money purse into his trousers. He examined the card, flipped it over in his fingers. What would his personal seal look like? Something with a D.

Des, Ajak said in warning.

Ajak.

Des.

Ajak.

This is madness and you know it. You’re off the map if you’re thinking what I know you’re thinking.

Des held up the card and flashed a big smile.

No.

Yes.

Forget it.

Come on.

Don’t even think about it.

Pass up the finest meal in town?

Just ate that right here. Ajak pointed at his empty skillet.

You’re not the least bit curious? Des said. There’s enough gold in that purse to cover our losses with plenty leftover. He patted his trousers.

Good, Ajak said. Let’s do what the man said, walk away and keep the coin.

Des waved the card in his hand. Opportunity. Didn’t I tell you?

You’re going through with this?

I’ll hear out their offer at least. What’s the harm in that?

I wouldn’t tempt the gods. You’ll be going alone.

Alone?

Alone. I’ve had enough senseless trouble for a while. Ajak sighed. We just got back and already you’re getting mixed up into some nonsense or other. I want to spend time with Bree, not go rushing into some crack pot scam. This Bazler, people like him don’t turn up down here with crazy offers of fortune and glory.

Des, though listening, looked to the dance floor, where he noticed trouble brewing. He almost laughed at the irony.

So, what you’re saying is that you just want to take it easy for a while? Des turned back to his friend with an amused expression.

Yes, Ajak said. I think I’ve earned that much, at least.

Don’t want complications of any sort?

Ajak nodded.

Not a bad idea. However…

What are you playing at?

Des gestured to the dance floor.

Ajak followed Des’ gaze and his eyes lit up at what he saw. He launched out of his chair and ploughed through the throng of patrons, shoved the more stubborn ones aside.

That’s what I thought. Des rose and followed in Ajak’s wake.

Out on the dancefloor, Briella struggled with two large brutes. One had her in a rough grip and would not let go despite her protests. The other bellowed something about street mouse and try to take my coin will you.

Des couldn’t help a smile. What a night. It was a shame though. Poor McDoogan. This didn’t bode well. So much for promises.

He heard Ajak’s angry shout break over the commotion.

Des did his best to catch up but the crowd was too thick. He ran into a pretty barmaid. She turned to snap at him, but her face softened into a cheerful smile, the kind that spoke of good times and easy laughs.

Hi Des. Wild night, eh?

Jizelle, he said. Yes, very. I think it’s about to get wilder.

Her face lit up. Is that so? She grabbed his arm. In such a hurry? Night is young. Finish my shift soon. She put a restraining hand on his chest. I heard about you and Kylee. Poor Des, you must need comforting. Her heavy eyes hid nothing.

Des swore and touched her cheek. I’ve got all the fun I can handle at the moment. He pulled her into a passionate kiss, which she returned in kind, and forced himself away.

Oh Des? Jizelle called after him. Are you sure?

He shot a backward glance. Jizelle twirled about. Her skirts flew high and revealed plenty of leg.

Blast it all!

Jizelle pouted, performed a playful curtsy, and skipped off.

Of all nights.

Des pushed his way to the edge of a wide circle just in time to see Ajak’s fist explode into one of the brute’s faces. The blow sent the man reeling ten feet before he went down.

Briella tried to break free from the one holding her arm but his grip was too strong.

Hold still, the thug yelled and shoved her about.

Three rough characters, large and menacing, stepped close to the one holding Bree. The four men eyed Ajak.

This looks ugly, Des said.

Movement caught his eye at the far end of the crowd. Des glanced over