“It’s beautiful.”
Barlo shook himself. “It’s an abomination! The white beard, the belly...”
The man frowned. “I’m sorry?”
“You should be sorry! Using our likenesses for your own gain, without so much as an offer to share in the profits!”
Iarion looked down at Barlo and quirked an eyebrow. “So this is about money now?”
“It’s about making amends for false representation!” Barlo was practically wringing the Father Solstice doll’s neck. Iarion gently pried it from his hands and put it back on the shelf.
“But Father Solstice looks nothing like you,” the man said with a puzzled expression.
“Exactly!” Barlo threw his hands up in the air. Several of the other shoppers had stopped talking to watch the exchange.
“Please excuse my friend,” Iarion said, giving Barlo a pointed look. “He’s a bit
