Marcus's expression hardened. "And you think that why?"
"Whole guild knows by now. Wanted posters went up yesterday. Five thousand gold reward." Renn shook his head. "Who would've known that pals would turn against each other for that much coin? Haha, of course it's worth it. Five thousand could set a man up for life."
He stepped closer and patted Marcus on the back a solid thump that felt genuine despite the casual words. "Wish you luck. I have stuff to catch up to." He grinned. "And don't die. You owe me a drink or two."
Then he zoomed off down the road in the opposite direction, whistling.
"Such a joke for a man." Marcus muttered, watching Renn disappear down the road.
"Liz, you ready? Let's push." His eyes turned toward the eastern road, focus sharpening.
She nodded, her expression settling into something harder. "Ready."
