“Have you two ever had roasted hog?” Zaxl asked with a toothy smile. I swear, his teeth were sharper than razors.
“I haven’t because we can never afford it,” I replied with a frown.
“We don’t need money; we just need to hunt,” Zaxl beamed.
“Err, have you seen the tusks on those things?” Jethro asked with wide eyes.
“Yeah, what about them? I’ve killed many a hog in my day,” he boasted.
“Yeah, but you’re like a hundred years old and had plenty of time to practice. How long do draulters live anyway?” Jethro asked in a peeved tone.
“Six hundred or so years, the oldest known draulter died at 837. His name was Groashix, and he was one of the founders of the Order of the Bronze Owl. How long do humans live for?” he asked Jethro curiously.
“Usually no more than seventy years, if you’
