A Snowy Night

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“You’re going to summon the witch? Here to this city?”

Renzo looked at Tarmin as if he’d just seen the strangest man alive, and Tarmin responded with a look full of camaraderie.

“Yes. You’re practically an accomplice yourself, so I thought you should know.”

Renzo frowned as if he were about to say something, but let out a sigh and set down his teacup.

He seemed to have drunk quite a bit yesterday; he looked rather disheveled and tired.

“And I can guess why you’re summoning her—to save the young lady?”

“Yes, well, you guessed right.”

Renzo gazed for a moment at Enya, working as a waitress on the other side of the tavern, his eyes turning gloomy, then spoke as if to himself.

“Saving the young lady wasn’t my mission.”...