Petrand raised his eyebrows, quite unmoved, “Perhaps. But I did not become an elite guard by taking unnecessary chances.”
Boravar glowered at him as he stood up and went to un-tether his horse. “We had better go then.” He thought of the woodfolk and muttered to himself, “Not that it is likely to make much difference to me, one way or the other.”
The elite guard’s hearing was acute. “And why not?”
Boravar glanced sharply at him as he hastily invented to cover his slip. “Because I do not yet have much to live for, in this new world in which I find myself.”
Petrand watched him thoughtfully as the big sorcerer gathered the horse’s reins and turned to walk with the soldier out of the clearing, “I see. And how long were you in that strange forest?”
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