“Holy fuck. Why is it so cold in here?” Carrion was carrying a sword and a potted plant under his arm, still wearing his thick coat with the coarse fur over its wide collar. “I found him up at the forge,” Lorreth said, stepping through the gate behind him. “He was still asleep.” “Hey, don't say it like that!” Swift shot him a wounded look. “We had a very long night, y'know.” “You slept through a battle,” Lorreth said. “And I'm a very heavy sleeper!”
