Dayraven gritted his teeth and lowered his eyebrows. He wondered what his father would have done in his place. In spite of his status as a warrior, Edgil was always restrained and slow to anger. Taking a deep breath, he took his hand off his sword hilt, not even realizing he had put it there in the first place. But he did not want to appear afraid, so he said, “I’ll not fight a drunk.”
