"In that," Reynard continued, "I'm not sure I share your faith. Things are...in flux. I have not been consistent." Cytheria raised her eyes. "An admission." Reynard held his hands up in the air. "Rare I know, but I doubt that you have either so I don't lose very much."
With a flourish Reynard produced a gold coin between the index finger and thumb on his right hand. He glanced at it casually and continued to rub it as he spoke. "Pacts were made, some broken we know. You were there, you witnessed the first, but threads still hold."
"Are you sure? Do you have proof of this? More empty words from Reynard? Yes I was there and yes I remember the pacts. I have what you say, but what do you know of broken pacts? I was there when your word broke. You think your admission binds us? It does not. My memory is long."
"Were we the only two?"
Nial returned with the two mugs of Harvest ale, but set them on the table silently after seeing the looks on both guests faces.
"If we were the only two," Cytheria and Reynard raised their mugs in a practices cheers, both keeping their eyes locked on each other. "things would be different." Cytheria took a long drink of her ale. "It has been a long time."
Reynard mimicked her, "Too long."
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