“Keriya Soulstar,” he said at last, smiling and shaking his head, “you will never cease to amaze me.”
Cezon scowled. Where was the juicy lovers’ spat? Where were the melodramatic tears? At the very least, for all Viran had allegedly done, Cezon thought Keriya ought to have slapped him again. He’d have liked to see that.
He felt a tap on his shoulder and turned. Endred was grinning down at him and Iako.
“What are you so happy about?” he grumbled.
“I believe you two owe me some gold.”
“Cezon Skyriver and Viran Kvlaudium, the Mawri Tribe thanks you for your services,” said the shaman, sprinkling Viran and Cezon with sparkling red dust as they knelt before him. Applause burst forth from the gathered spectators as both men stood and bowed to the shaman.
“Cezon looks pretty sour, consideri
