Working title. Judith is not exactly horrible, by the way. It’ll hopefully become clearer later.
Judith Stormcrow peered at her client, silently cursing the way he had hired her in public two days before. Thanks to that, she couldn’t just kill him. People would talk.
If this ‘Gregor of Lostvale’ had noticed her newly-discovered murderous intent, he was showing no sign of it as the expedition set up camp for the night. Then again, Judith thought, how smart would it be to show he knew? Nextworld, what could he do about it, even if he does? Nobody in camp would defend him if I just cut his throat right now.
But. Again, people would talk.
Ah, the joys of making one’s way in a world where reputation matters.
Mew