Zoroka narrowed her eyes at him. He seemed genuine. In a fight, she could probably take him. Her jaw set at the memory of her first few days of freedom. She probably would not have survived if not for the charity of strangers. Without turning to look for the barkeep, she said loudly, "Put his room and board on my tab."
She took a drag off her cigarette. Perhaps she had worked alone too long. It may turn out she could use an extra sword in helping her find her mother.
A slow ring of smoke misted over his face. "You have a name?"
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