‘Pick an easier target! Let them taste some blood – that was the deal, yes?’ Kellanved huffed. ‘I do not need help with easier targets, thank you very much.’ ‘Whatever. You know what I mean. Throw them a bone.’ The little mage shot Dancer a glance. His mouth quivered. Dancer suppressed a snort, and they both broke out laughing. Kellanved poked Dancer with his walking stick. ‘That was a good one. I liked that one.’
