“We claim guest rights!” I yelled. The giantess on the left made a sour face. “Now, why did you have to go and do that?” “We want to barter.” I pointed to the birdcage, now so far above us I could only see its rusted base hovering like a moon. “For that swan’s freedom. And also…possibly, you know, if you have any stolen weapons lying around. Like, I don’t know, a hammer or something.” “Smooth,” Sam muttered.
