Little Clemmie

The tavern door swings open, hitting my shoulder, and I freeze, my hand already on the dagger at my hip. Your face isn't what I expected to see here—three years after you disappeared with half my map. "I was wondering when you'd finally find me," I say, not intending to reach for it or run. "Are you here to kill me, or do you actually want to hear why I took it? What did they even offer you for betraying me?"