Linda returned from attending to another patron and found Flynn staring off into space, his gaze unfocused and distant. She paused for a moment, studying him, then let out a tired sigh, assuming he was still brooding over what had just happened with Edruson.
"Forget about him," she said, leaning her weight against the counter, her voice edged with lingering irritation. "None of us can make sense of how a legendary hero ended up like that. A lecherous old creep who can barely hold his own anymore. Honestly, it looks like his skills have hit rock bottom."
Flynn shook his head and forced the thought aside. Edruson was strange, sure, but he had more immediate concerns to deal with. "Actually, Linda, I was hoping you could help me find someone."
