Rosamund
The solicitor was a small, quiet man who asked very few questions and counted the coins twice. He wrote the terms as I'd explained to him, then had me confirm them before handing me a receipt as proof of payment and telling me to return in five days for the finished document.
The whole thing had taken less than twenty minutes.
I walked back up the road to where Nevan waited, visibly relaxed with the horses. I pulled the receipt from the pocket of the borrowed cloak and held it out to him.
He took it, glanced at it before tucking it into his coat and murmured. "Well done."
He didn't elaborate or ask questions about what the man had said or whether there had been complications, and at that moment, I felt like a hound that had something without making a mess of it, getting praise from my master.
"We need to move," Nevan continued, already mounting his horse. "I want us home before nightfall."
