‘We scrape a red powder from cliffsides to make our blood-oil,’ the Teblor murmured. ‘What is blood-oil?’ ‘We rub it into our swords, and into our armour. To bring on battle madness, we taste it.’ The stranger was silent for a moment, though Karsa could feel the man’s eyes on him. ‘And how well does magic work against you?’ ‘Those who attack me with sorcery usually reveal surprise on their faces…just before I kill them.’
