Take the body...: Gritty Epic Fantasy (Dark Gods Book 1) by Arthur King

from the steward, how long would it be before they went down to the slave market and exchange words with his former owner? How long before they found out who had sold him into debt slavery and how long before the man Yend, who was the owner of that boarding house, had told them everything that he knew for a price? Seth felt like such a fool now, not only for what had happened to him and his friends when stumbling into the city like some wide-eyed savages but for running his mouth at every chance about where he was from and every little bloody detail about his life. He’d always been free with talk, and now that would stop him from going home, and maybe even have the General’s relatives hunting for the trail of his own family. He had to go back to that boarding house and do what he should have done last night instead of drinking and making merry: ending someone’s life.