“Now Cezon, don’t hurt its feelings,” Viran said crisply.
Cezon supposed he could always refuse the mission. He’d never been less eager to venture onto an ocean-bound vessel. But he couldn’t refuse, not when Endred and the rest of his men were fighting.
“Fine! Tronkin’ fools,” Cezon muttered, flouncing toward the rickety mounting block. Viran did have war experience, and Cezon suspected his chances of survival would be better if he stuck with the princeling. Perhaps he shouldn’t go out of his way to irritate the Jidaelni man anymore. Now that Cezon knew he could single-handedly blow up a metal warship, he reckoned Viran could incinerate The Drachvold and its crew without breaking a sweat.
“Additional khrill are approaching from Shan Beor and Shan Kotar,” Viran announced to those assembl
