Thunder Storm smiled back. “There’s a bit of room for improvement,” he said dryly.
Twig Snap still knelt rigid with tension, her hand trapped under Boravar’s.
Danton put his head on one side, “Would it help you to know that I have sworn not to hurt any woodfolk?”
“No. Running Feet said you killed two mountainmen.”
Danton gave a rueful smile, “True. I did. But that was under Tarkyn’s express orders.” He shrugged, “But you have killed an elite guard, haven’t you? So we are not so different.”
Twig Snap narrowed her eyes. After a minute she said firmly, “I have not undertaken not to harm any sorcerers.”
“No one is asking you to. But what say we each undertake not to hurt the other?” suggested Danton.
“What about my brother?”
Danton raised his eyebrows, “Of course I include him in this.
