Tarkyn frowned and smiled, not sure how to take him.
Suddenly Waterstone grabbed him in a bear hug. “Oh, you big galoot! How can one hope to keep up with you? You look like a lost puppy one minute and the next you’re laying down the law and mounting hopeless rescues that actually succeed. Once more, I’ve cut you to the quick but all I can do is say I’m sorry.”
Tarkyn returned his embrace but said with a wry smile. “I wonder how many lifetimes it will take for woodfolk to really, deep down trust any sorcerer?”
“Oh stop it,” exclaimed Waterstone impatiently. “Now you’re being melodramatic. I trust you. That’s why I was so shocked and angry. What I thought you had done undermined my whole faith in my ability to judge people. Turns out I was wrong. Bad news for you is that I’m bound to be w
