Hadrin laid the offer beside a fresh sheet of paper.
Rod read both while the keeper trimmed a new quill. The amount matched Tessa's copy. Guided passage to Lethren remained part of the reward, along with an introduction at the travelers' court. Lodging applied while the party actively worked toward recovering the bell.
"Food?" Nessa asked.
"Morning and evening meals. Take your own provisions when you leave the station."
"And if we decide the work cannot be completed?"
Hadrin set the quill down. "Then tell me before accepting another week of meals."
Rod nodded. That was reasonable enough.
The keeper drew the bell on the fresh paper. Its body flared slightly toward the mouth. Three silver bands circled the bronze. The rowan handle had been fitted through a metal sleeve and secured with two pins.
"There is a small dent here." he said. "Above the lowest band. It does not affect the sound."
Dirk studied the drawing. "Could Corren have sold it?"
"He could. He would have told me."
