“So let me guess. I fight the thing and find out my abilities don’t work on it because you can’t poison or bleed out a pile of rocks. I get the snot kicked out of me, you step in to save me and I learn an important lesson about failure and picking your battles. Is that more or less the idea?” “I think he’s got your number, Rufus,” Gary chortled. “Um, yes,” Rufus said, reaching to take the paper back. “It’s fine; you don’t have to do it.” “No, I’m doing it,” Jason said, keeping the paper. He marched off in the direction of the village gate.
