“Fornax is long dead; today he was only briefly resurrected. No, my actions now will simply be as the guild guard dog.” “Maybe I should call you Spot, then,” she replied. “That sounds like the sort of joke Balaam would make. I don’t plan to be nearly that lovable.” Ivan turned to Apollo, who’d managed to brace himself against a tree and was watching the exchange with a mix of relief and confusion. “Think less Lassie, more Cerberus.”
