“There’s a hunk of human brick in my cooked bird eggs,” Dranian complained in a low, monotone voice. “That’s what you get for sitting across from the Prince of Nightmares,” Mor said, wrestling a human-mouth-cloth from the metal box contraption and extending it to the perturbed auburn-haired fairy. Dranian took the human-mouth-cloth. He stared at his eggs for a moment. Then he began dabbing them with the cloth to get the bits of brick out.
