Mint trotted into Thyme’s Tavern, the door swinging shut behind him with a careless clatter. Mint’s eyes swept the dim tavern, past the empty stools and clerk’s desk. No sign of his brother. He let out a short, disappointed breath, before turning his gaze to the broom in the far corner in the room.
Mint wandered over to the corner and plucked the broom from its resting place, before setting its bristles against the floor. Well, if his brother wasn’t around, he might as well mak...