“She told me that I could have her shit in a bottle.” “Ship in a bottle, Killian,” I groaned. “Oh.” He looked slightly less enthusiastic now, but rallied admirably. He leaped out of his spot, putting himself between my chair and Oaken. “If you try to take her from us,” Killian said, his eyes massive and murderous white, “I will kill you. And no one but Garrek will ever know because they’ll never find your body.”
