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expected the touch-sensitive assassin to kill the woman outright. Instead Sins pushed them apart and wiped his hands against the creases in his cloak. "Deadly Sins," he corrected her.
    She laughed and knocked a hand against the back of his shoulder. He stumbled forward, but caught himself before he spilled into the mud. "Always with the act. You're just lucky I call you Sinny and not your real name. Now don't you at least have a hello for your little sister?"
    The companions collectively dropped their jaws to the ground. They whipped their eyes from the beautiful, buxom, friendly woman to the cold, dark-clothed, sinister Sins.
    Canto looked back to the woman with a raised eyebrow. "Yer joking, right?" he asked her.
    The young woman turned to the group, but cast a side-glare at her brother. "Sinny would like you to believe he was born from shadows, but he was born like everyone else, and a full nine years ahead of me."
    "They don't need to know that," Sins told her.
    The woman sighed, crossed her arms over her ample chest, and shook her head. "I was hoping you'd brought friends to see me, but I see I'm wrong. Won't you ever trust anyone?" she asked him.
    "No," was the blunt reply.
    "You should. It's less dangerous than making enemies," she scolded.
    "Friends become enemies," he argued.
    "Spoken like a true bachelor," she returned.
    Ned leaned forward on his staff and chuckled. "Does that prove it to you, Canto?" he asked the dwarf.
    The dwarf scowled and glanced between the two. "Ah guess it proves something," he grumbled.
    Ned swept off his hat, walked up to the young woman, and bowed. "It's a great pleasure to meet you, Miss-?"
    She waved aside his gallant pleasantries. "None of that fancy stuff now. Just a good shake of the hand." She took one of his wizened hands and gave it a good shake that rattled him from the tip of his hat to his shoes. Her heavy arms weren't just for show. "As for who I am, Tits McGee is my name and bustling tables is my game," she replied.
    Pat raised an eyebrow. "Is that your real name?" she asked the buxom woman.
    McGee laughed and shook her head. "You're the first to ask that. Most don't get past the fake name, or past these, for that matter." She pushed up her breasts and released them so they bounced. The mens' heads bounced with the same rhythm. "As for your question, the answer is no. My real name's-" Sins slipped behind her and slapped his hand over her mouth.
    "You speak too much," he scolded.
    McGee tore off his hand and frowned. "And you speak too little, big brother. They seem like friendly folks."
    Pat wasn't so sure. She looked at the males in her group and saw that Fred, Canto and Percy were mesmerized by the bouncing of McGee's assets whenever she moved. Sins noticed their gazes and pulled McGee behind him. "Many men are friendly toward you," Sins replied.
    McGee pushed him aside and smiled at the group. "They know a friendly woman when they see one," she countered. Her eyes flitted over the party. "Now what brings you and your acquaintances here at this time? Come to see the tournament?" she asked them.
    "We are just some humble travelers in need of food and lodgings for a few nights," Ned answered her.
    The woman laughed, dropped a hand on Ned's shoulder, and turned him toward the door of the inn. "You're as good a liar as I ever heard one, but I won't pry. Sinny never tells me anything, either. Now let's get you inside and see what rooms we have. They aren't very comfortable or fancy, but so long as you're not that heavy the floor won't fall out from beneath you."
    "That sounds perfect for our pocket book, Miss McGee," Ned agreed.
    "You can call me Ti," she told him.

CHAPTER 7
     
    "Ti!" came a voice from the inn. A tall, hefty man appeared in the doorway. He wore a stained apron and the sleeves of his long-sleeved shirt were rolled up to the elbows. The man had a butcher's knife in one hand, a cleaver in the other, and a wild look in his eyes. He peered into the square and