THE IRONLANE DETECTIVE
Copyright ©2012 by Paul F Witham
November in South Eyros
The following innocuous exchange took place a long time after the events of this chapter. It happened once the two had got to know each other better. Hobarsson was angling down the last measure of his pint, gulping and sweating. Not a pleasant sight. There was tobacco smoke all around and a lot of friendly noise. He focussed in on the gentle act of positioning his empty pot on the circular table. The table was cluttered; brimming ashtrays and drained glasses. There was workplace-oriented ribaldry and general buzz and laughter all around.
Hobarsson had to raise his voice louder than he would have liked.
"Strictly speaking, we shouldn’t be breaking cover."