The day passed quietly.
Teclos spent most of it inside the Frosted Ram, seated in his usual corner with a cup of tea in front of him, saying little and bothering no one. It was a rare pause, one he had allowed himself after the mercenaries' failure. They had stirred the wyvern, and even if they had all frozen to death for their stupidity, the disturbance they caused meant that it would be alert for intruders for a few days.
So Teclos waited.
Fred didn't ask any questions, and Selma moved around the tavern with her usual energy, though she kept glancing at him every now and then, wondering how she could crack that unreadable face. Bruno had hovered nearby more than once, probably wanting to speak to Teclos, but one look from Fred always sent him back to work.
The day passed without much happening.
The next day, though...
