| Thaltos smiled slightly. Highwaymen weren't very threatening prey, but hey...any pair of boots in a sewer beat going barefoot.
On his way to the inn to rest up a bit, he reached down and grabbed Balthizar by the scruff of the neck. Yanking him to his feet, he lightly slapped him conscious.
"Come on, you drunkard. Let's get some sleep. Tomorrow we get to kill something." |