"Twenty-five gold per month," Alaric continued, his voice rising slightly. "Plus any additional compensation you might earn through freelance activities. Consider it a retainer for your expertise in matters relating to divine politics and chosen one affairs."
Jack's eyes widened at the sum. Fifty gold per month was a substantial wage, enough to live comfortably as minor nobility. His father was clearly serious about ensuring Jack had access to the best possible guidance.
"There is one additional matter," Alaric added, his voice dropping to a more dangerous register. "Lady Genevieve has expressed displeasure about a certain escaped prisoner. George, I believe his name was. The one convicted of multiple counts of rape and murder."
Even from a distance, Jack could see Finn's eye narrow at the mention of the name. The former chosen one's jaw tightened, and his hand moved unconsciously toward where a weapon would normally rest.
