“I’m telling you, I need access to the sister,” Laarn argued, practically toe to toe with Daaynal just off the main training area.
Warriors around them pointedly looked the other way, apart from Karryl. His crossed arms and set expression said clearly he was prepared to back Laarn up, even against the emperor, but he expected they were both going to get a right pasting for it. Laarn made a mental note to thank his childhood friend later. No, they were more than that if he’d risk Daaynal’s wrath for him. That made them brothers in arms, blood-brothers at the very least.
Daaynal’s eyes, so like Laarn’s own, widened.
“Oh, you do, do you?”
His chuckle was unexpected but welcome, a bolt of relief rolling through the healer. As big-built and accomplished among the warriors as Laarn was, Daay
