Eleven:
Talia took several hours to completely treat Olaf’s back. He looked extremely sullen to be left in a cave laying next to the grizzled former apex. His masculine pride appeared deeply sundered by his injuries. As much as he was grateful for the luck spell, he also appeared no more chuffed to accept a leprechaun spell as possible thanks for his continued use of his legs.
“Just don’t do anything I wouldn’t.”
Olaf said, smirking up at me, weary from the toll of his injuries. I grinned and snorted.
“What precisely wouldn’t ye do? I’ve got a long memory. “
He grinned lazily and murmured, “What indeed?”
Vaguely teasing me, I rolled my eyes and leaned down, ruffling her hair slightly.
“Be a good lad fer the apex. I don’t want to have to come back to find yer corpse. As much as you
