Taran raised an eyebrow at Boar-back's outfit, but made no comment about it. It was an⦠interesting way to look. Maybe he needed to look good while chopping people in half? She could appreciate that.
She shrugged. "Ask you why you want me here. I'm new, are you sure you trust me enough?" She brushed a strand of her silver hair from her face and pulled it into a fresh ponytail.
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Boar-back glanced over at her through the gloom with what might have been a thoughtful expression. "Call it a test if you want," he rumbled. "If you pay attention tonight, you might find out a slightly more truthful reason. In any case, that's not a discussion for here and now. Is Renzi coming?"
"Yes, boss," Renzi called softly, approaching with a very burly female bandit in tow. "Malady here is the last of the people you wanted. They're ready when you are."
"Good. Check on the doctor and see if he forgot the plan."
Renzi went to knock on the door to Brandon's abode, but it opened before he got there and the old man stepped out, bundled in a worn dark coat.
"I was waiting inside where it's warm," he said irritably. "I still don't know why you always ask me to come along to the tea party."
"You said yourself that you need the exercise," the bandit chief pointed out. "And there's no use complaining. I can tell you're having fun." Ignoring Brandon's continued grumbling, he told Renzi to hold down the fort while he was gone and waved for the others to follow him into the northern woods.