Silver Rats

The Guild tavern was abuzz with talk of the dragon.

The creak of chairs mingled with laughter, making it even noisier than usual despite the early-afternoon hour.

"Before we toast, there's something I need to say."

Everyone's eyes turned to me at once.

Hands reaching for their mugs came to an abrupt stop.

"Now that the Wings of Glory are out of the picture, there's no need to keep Lisa as a slave. I'll free her right away."

There was no one left to contest ownership.

At this point, her status as a slave was a liability.

If she ever got separated from us in the dungeon, another party might even claim her.

"Really? So I can take this collar off now?"...