‘Haeerm!’ ‘Concentrate on shaping the lips. Use your cheeks. Try it again!’ The man was climbing onto him now. ‘Whaarg!’ ‘The lips, damn it!’ ‘Why?’ That startled the wrinkles out of the man. He retreated, wringing his hands, eyes searching the floor. ‘There must have been a mistake,’ he said. ‘Fourteen golems, and you’re the first to ask “why”.’
