There is no saving the other Kalovaxians after that, and their deaths are quick and bloody, staining the deck of the Pride. Dragonsbane instructs a handful of her crew to take care of the bodies. Her voice doesn’t waver. She might as well be asking them to clean up spilled ale.
The men and women do as she asks without hesitation before she dismisses the remaining crowd. Anders comes up from belowdecks, eyes scanning the body-strewn deck with a cold detachment. When he sees Pavlos, though, he freezes. He pushes his way through the crowd toward us as everyone leaves, coming to stand closer to Dragonsbane than I think is entirely appropriate, with his brow creased in concern. She must feel uncomfortable with his proximity as well, because she takes a step away.
“What happened? Are you all r
