“You not the only one who wants to find that ‘thing with wings’ and pluck him like chicken,” Baba said. “But I know sphinx and warrior will take care of themselves. They’re strong.”
Gullin tapped his fingers on the table in a staccato rhythm, and he was quiet for a moment. “The mistress has survived the worst of that no-good Nyx. If he puts another Shade in her, I’ll…” He exhaled heavily through his nose, like a bull readying to charge, but instead he took a long swig of his ale.
“You think your old friends will be of any help?” Baba asked with a frown. “If they are as helpful as you, might as well ask pack of rabbits to find this Nyx.”
“You want to talk about helpful? How about a witch with no magic? That’s helpful.”
Tanuki smacked Gullin’s boot with one of his paws. “Don’t be me
