"I'll speak with her in the morning." Magiere nodded, glad to focus on tasks at hand again, anything to distract her. "But wasn't the front door locked?"
"I'm not sure. I just assumed so. Caleb and Beth-rae don't seem the types to leave the place wide open." He was about to leave again, but stopped, turning to Magiere with serious intent on his face. "Don't let that lunatic bother you. We'll keep him out of the tavern. We don't have to do business with anyone we don't want to."
Magiere laid her falchion back down, watching candlelight reflect off the shining blade.
"That's not necessary. I think he's harmless, but he's out on his ear if he starts talking about vampires again."
"How do these people find us?"
She looked at him with a little annoyance. They'd spent years spreading every possible rumor across the countryside about her, just so people could find her.
"Yes, right," Leesil added. "Stupid question."
She shook her head. "We'll try to open for business as soon as possible."
"Have you come up with a name?"
"I thought you'd do that when you painted the sign."
"How about "The Blood Pie Inn'?"
"You're not funny."
He laughed and stepped out, closing the door behind himself.
Chapter Six
Two evenings later, a somewhat refurbished tavern named "The Sea Lion" opened shortly before dusk. Leesil had never lived close to the ocean before, and watching a herd of sea lions swim along the cresting waves heading north had sparked inspiration for a name that suggested location and strength. At first he hadn't even known what to call the creatures he saw, until he asked one of the sailors down at the docks. Magiere knew she possessed little imagination with words, but Leesil usually expressed enough words and imagination for both of them.
Most of their patrons were sailors far from home, or unmarried dockworkers. A few young couples showed up as well. There were also two middle-aged women shopkeepers claiming to love Beth-rae's fish chowder, who came trundling in behind the main crowd. After eating, the pair took eager interest in the new attraction of Leesil's faro table and sat chatting comfortably with the nearby sailors as Leesil flipped the cards.
Ironically, the old caretakers, especially Beth-rae, seemed like gifts from the heavens. Before arriving in Miiska, Magiere had never really given thought to serving food, but now realized her shortsightedness. Everyone who sat about talking and drinking and playing cards ordered something to eat, sooner or later. They came for the food almost as much as the ale. One pair of dark-skinned dock-workers even ordered spiced tea. Magiere discovered she didn't have any such thing in stock, but when she told the two men, they looked at her as if a house special they'd ordered for years had suddenly disappeared from their favorite place. She ran upstairs and blended something from her leftover travel rations, then handed it off to Beth-rae to brew as an "on-the-house" replacement until she could purchase the proper blend. Other than this one free offering, the money was coming in. It was not a fortune, and it might take weeks or more to make as much as she and Leesil had taken from a village or two, but it was certainly a more comfortable way to make a living. Caleb had helped establish the price of served goods, based on what the previous owner had charged, and that was as good a place to start as any.
Magiere returned to her favored post behind the bar and watched as Caleb served out drinks and delivered orders of delectables from Beth-rae's kitchen. She leaned back against an ale keg on the rear counter and relaxed just a little, feeling clean and comfortable. Beth-rae had washed out her old black breeches the night before, and Magiere wore them now, along with a loose white shirt and unbuttoned russet vest she'd picked up at the open market. She wore her amulets tucked inside the shirt, as was her custom. In spite of the many life changes of late, the dress Aunt Bieja had given her simply didn't feel right, so she'd decided to stick with habit in her attire.
She looked around the room in satisfaction. Everything appeared almost exactly as she had imagined. Chap sat by the fire, his usual attentive self, watching for trouble. Leesil laughed and joked while dealing cards, taking bets, and managing his trick of putting everyone at ease with his lighthearted nature. She hadn't seen him drunk in three days, although