“I swear to the Gods none of you will be punished—unless you fail to tell me where the emotionally stunted giant redhead is.” “Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bread,” Sir Harris said carefully as he poured a cup of water from a pitcher on the cook’s table. “It’s bed not bread,” Lord Ryu snapped as he continued glaring at the entire staff. “Oh no. In your case it’s bread. You are crusty in more ways than one this morning, my lord.” Sir Harris offered Lord Ryu the cup of water with a cheeky smile.
