“And who in fates is Tal’kamar?” Davian shook his head, grunting as it exacerbated the pounding inside his skull. “No idea. But I think we owe him a drink if we ever meet him.” “I won’t argue with that.” Wirr glanced down at the two corpses lying on their floor, his brief smile fading and his tone sobering, as if what had just transpired was finally sinking in. “I won’t argue with that at all.”
