She put on her best, most unreadable, Yamani Lump face and led Peachblossom to the gate. Dom held it open, shaking his head. “You’re alive. Most people who go five rounds with my lord can only babble about funeral plans.” “Their lances were padded, for Mithros’s sake,” Lerant pointed out crossly. “How much harm could they do?” “Good,” Buri said. “You get one and have a go.”
