“Oh, please.” Taiven snorted dismissively. “Don’t be so paranoid. As if something like that could be right below Cyoria. We won’t be delving into the Dungeon’s depths, for gods’ sakes.”
“I don’t think you should go at all,” Zorian insisted. “I’m getting a really bad feeling about this.”
Taiven rolled her eyes, an undercurrent of annoyance in her voice. “Funny. I never took you for a superstitious guy.”
“Time changes people,” Zorian said solemnly, smiling internally at his private joke. “But seriously: I’m getting a really bad feeling about this. Is this really worth getting yourself killed over?”
Apparently this was the wrong approach to take as Taiven’s temper flared immediately. He supposed she perceived his comment as an insult towards her skills as a mage. Before he could apolo
