‘Daeshim,’ the Maiden Death chided in a voice far softer than her cloaked companion’s, ‘remember what we talked about?’ ‘You said to be friendly. That was a joke.’ No one laughed except for Jovan. ‘I think you need some work on your humor, mate.’ ‘If you don’t kill us all, I’ll help you out,’ added Caspar. ‘Thank you,’ the Assassin answered.
