Oliver looked at Zarine in shock. 'Do you know this thing?' he asked her mentally.
“Owtch!" Golmul winced. “He's a shouter, isn't he?"
Zarine forced a laugh. “He certainly is." Her eyes flashed in Oliver's direction, so quick he almost missed it, and gave him a warning look.
Oliver looked back and forth between her and Golmul, lost in a swamp of shock. What was happening?
Golmul wrenched his attention away from Zarine and back to Oliver. His bulbous eyes narrowed slightly. “Very chatty, too. It's almost as though I can hear every thought in his squishy brain, flapping around like budgies!"
“Ha!" Zarine said, a little too loudly. “What an imagination! No, you see, he's one of those sorcerers who thinks he can intimidate others' Demons by letting them see every thought he's ever ha
