‘I had to buy it,’ admitted Dandelion. ‘And I think I did the right thing. You wield a mean plank, I can see. You should pack one all the time.’ ‘I’m going to the sorceress. To pay her a visit. Should I take the stave?’ ‘Something heavier would come in useful with a sorceress.’ The bard grimaced. ‘A fence post, for example. A philosopher acquaintance of mine used to say: when visiting a woman, never forget to take a—’ ‘Dandelion.’
