He tossed the bag to the older boy. "See for yourself."
Zech stabbed his wooden sword into a pile of snow that had been gathered after the most recent snowfall for the sole purpose of holding their weapons, the young tavern hand hurrying to retrieve his coat from the side of a little fire that had only recently been started. Both he and Jaden wore belted tunics over loose trousers, their clothes showing signs of constant mending.
"Any change, Alistar?"
Frowning, he shook his head. "I'll let you know if something happens."
