‘My friend has seen better days,’ Trull Sengar said, reaching out to slap Onrack on the back. The thump the blow made was hollow, raising dust, and something clattered down within the warrior’s chest. ‘Oh,’ said the Tiste Edur, ‘did that do something bad?’ ‘No,’ Onrack replied. ‘The broken point of a spear. It had been lodged in bone.’ ‘Was it irritating you?’ ‘Only the modest sound it made when I walked. Thank you, Trull Sengar.’
