Groaning, Cerant rubbed at his temples. "Neikirk, do you have any lightning incantations left? When in the name of the Goddess did you have time to make that one you used?"
"While we traveled, Master," Neikirk said. He eyed Sorin speculatively and added, "I do not have spare lightning, Master, but perhaps a spark?"
Sorin replied cheerfully, "I have no idea what that means, but I've plenty of 'spark' of my own, alchemist. Don't think that having a high priest as a master will spare you my revenge."
"You two are very much alike," Neikirk said.
Beside him, Koray tossed his head and narrowed his eyes at Sorin. "One is more than enough if you ask me. I trust the Goddess in all things, but I do question her tastes occasionally."
Cerant laughed. "My father often questioned the advisability
