Rigo managed a laugh—high, hysterical, broken. “You wouldn’t. Captain of the Watch. Above reproach.”
“Tough night, Rigo?”
“A stern talking-to? A night in the stocks? I’ve brought my own bread for the rats.” He winked. knave ballbust
Rigo had stolen the Baron’s ceremonial scepter—not for coin, but because the Baron laughed at his boots during the harvest feast. Petty? Absolutely. Satisfying? Immeasurably. Rigo managed a laugh—high, hysterical, broken
She vanished into the keep.