Dwarfs are weeds to a farmer, chainmail to a blade, a deep body of water to an armored knight, or an antidote to a poison.” “So you’re the poison?” Hadrian asked. “That’s surprisingly self-aware.” Royce scowled. “If you’re looking for accuracy, they are the pebble in my shoe—small, trivial, but irritating beyond belief.” “You realize you’re about to risk your life to save thousands of those frustrating pebbles?” “Every job has a downside.”
