The Last Light (The Wandering Inn, #5)

by Pirateaba

He looked at the others and seemed to grow smaller. More hesitant. Ceria couldn’t believe it. She’d assumed Ksmvr was Level 20, at least! He fought like he was a veteran similar to any of the [Warriors] she’d met. Yvlon’s face showed the same amazement Ceria felt. The Antinium seemed to sense the other’s disbelief. He spoke quietly, suddenly, afraid. “Please do not eject me from your group. This is the only place where I have meaning.” The other Horns of Hammerad looked at him, shocked. Ksmvr, who hadn’t trembled when being bitten by Crelers, shook like a leaf in front of them. Pisces let go of Ceria to rest a hand on Ksmvr’s shoulder. “I doubt either Yvlon or Ceria would eject you from the group, good Ksmvr. I certainly would not, especially since you are the only one who listens to my advice. You are a valued member, and more so perhaps, given your potential to grow in strength.” “Yeah, what he said without the fancy words. You’re one of us, Ksmvr.” Ceria smiled at Ksmvr, and then fell over. The other Horns of Hammerad stared at Ceria as she lay on the ground and moaned weakly. “I think the poison’s getting to her. Damn Crelers are nightmares.

oh poor baby Ksmvr