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Chapter 274 - Chapter 250: Abandoning Loma

The inn was loud, but it didn't reach our corner. Smoke curled from a cracked hearth, and someone was butchering a lute by the fire. I sat with one hand curled around my mug, the other clenched tight on the table like I was trying to throttle a ghost.

The dwarf was beside me, as usual. He drank something dark that smelled like engine oil and grave decisions.

"I couldn't take her with me," I muttered, barely above the rim of my ale.

He grunted. "Who?"

I didn't answer right away. Just stared into the drink like it owed me answers.

"That fallen princess?" he asked, tapping the side of his nose.

I didn't nod. Didn't need to.

"I couldn't leave her in that cage," I said, voice flat. "So I let her out. Got the collar off. Gave her coin. Told her where to go."

I took a sip. It tasted like ash and regret.

"But I couldn't take her with me. Gods. I can barely manage myself. One more mess? One more mouth? She'd slow me down. She's soft. She thinks baths are a right."

The dwarf said nothing. Just sipped. Wise bastard.

"And the Dragon…" I laughed once, low and bitter. "He'd go mad. He barely tolerates me. You think he wants a weepy noble girl trailing behind us? He'd eat her out of spite. Or throw her off a cliff mid-lecture."

The dwarf gave a slow nod, eyes on his mug.

I leaned back, stretched out my fingers like I'd been holding something too long.

"She's sweet," I said quietly. "Sweet's not built for this world."

Then I drained my ale.

And for once, I didn't ask for another.

I stared into the dregs of my ale like I might find a better version of myself swirling in the foam. No such luck.

"Stupid noble girls," I muttered. "Think the world's a storybook. Think someone like me can just—what—fix everything with a hairpin and a hug?"

The dwarf scratched his beard, eyeing me sideways. "She'll get herself recaptured, y'know. Pretty ones like that don't last long alone."

"Fuck off," I snapped without looking at him.

He burped. Loud. Wet. Proud.

I didn't even flinch.

We just sat there, two tired monsters, drowning in our own brand of silence.

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