“I once shot the tail off a dog by mistake,” Waxillium said idly. “It’s kind of a funny story.” “Shooting dogs is hardly appropriate dinner conversation,” Steris said. “I know. Especially since I was aiming for its balls.” Marasi just about spat her soup across the table. “Lord Ladrian!” Steris exclaimed, though her father seemed amused. “I thought you said I couldn’t shock you any longer,” he said to Steris. “I was merely testing your hypothesis,

