“Ach, little man,” he snarled, “it would be so easy to kill you, just for the joy of it, and any advantage you may bring to me be damned.” “Do it, then,” Corban said, glaring up at Ildaer. Ildaer glowered back, his moustache twitching in anger, then he slung his war-hammer over his shoulder. “Perhaps later,”
This is so good
