The Last Light (The Wandering Inn, #5)

by Pirateaba

Selys ran down a very long list of what was probably every major known species in the world. She had to take a few deep breaths when she’d finished. Pisces was looking even more irate now, but Ceria had noticed an omission in the Drake’s list of undeadables. “You didn’t have Lizardfolk on that list. Is that a mistake?” “Oh, no. The city’s fine with using their bodies, if you find them.” “How lenient.” Pisces was clearly agitated. Ceria traded glances with Yvlon. On one hand she understood the city’s desire for undead to be kept off the streets. On the other hand, a blanket ban against all undead was…reasonable. But Pisces was part of their group. She hesitated, unsure of what to say. Other adventurers were staring at their group, and most were eying Pisces with no small deal of hostility. The [Necromancer]’s shoulders were hunched. He was clearly aware of the staring and he seemed ready to snap. Ceria opened her mouth, unsure if she could defend him, when someone else leaned on the table. Ksmvr. He cleared his throat and gently snapped his mandibles together. “Miss Shivertail, may I state my objections to your restrictions on my fellow teammate?”

Good boy! :D