Lasra was a manic whirlwind when he kicked them out of sleep. The sky was still dark overhead and Tae’s foot hurt where the old human’s boot had connected in a rather savage manner. It must have been hours before dawn.
“I wonder if we have enough rope to hogtie him,” was Einith’s surly rumble. “We’ve barely slept a few hours.”
That last part Lasra was close enough to hear. “A few hours are a few too many,” the Archmage retorted with some of the same sourness that Tae had seen on the road. “We have a great deal of work to do.”
“I would murder for a warm bath,” Tae grumbled. “Or even a cold one.”
“The sooner we get Mazom out, the sooner we can go find one, princeling,” Lasra said. “If your highness is willing.”
Einith pulled him up short as he was about to go on with his morning busines
