“Guess you’d better cuff me then, eh, drood?” He continued to approach me as I replied. “Actually, Maeve’s people are gonna pick you up. I simply need to give her the sig—” Before I could finish that sentence, Snorri Býleistr’s son closed the distance between us with two quick strides, clobbering me with a powerful punch that sent me tumbling ass over teakettle across the clearing.
Fell for the "come peacefully" ploy ...again
