“You know,” Elara murmured thoughtfully. “He is kind of handsome. In that older grizzled veteran way.” “Rufus the Ashes? Sorry to disappoint you, but he’s happily married.” “Really?” “For about thirty years now. Marissa likes splitting people with her axe, so I would think twice if I were you.” “You’re making this up,” she said. “Go ahead. Test the waters. Just don’t come running to me when she shows up here looking to make you a head shorter.”
