Chapter Ninety-Three

Kaelith’s grip on Graeven’s arm tightened as they walked into The Howling Hound. It seemed odd for her to enter through the front door rather than the staff door around back. The bar seemed just the same as she’d left it. There were groups of tables to one side, the bar on the other with a space in between for people to mingle and dance. There were private rooms for groups to rent out and balcony