“How did you manage to get into such a mess?” Iarion called back, ducking a blow. “You were only supposed to pick up a few supplies, not start a riot.”
“They were going to be slaughtered,” Barlo said from between clenched teeth, whirling to face another opponent. “I had to do something. I knew I could count on you to pull my unmentionables from the fire.”
Iarion snorted. “I think that’s within everyone’s best interest, considering how hairy they must be. I can only imagine the smell.”
“I’ll have you know I’m very well groomed. Not all of us can be hairless as a baby. Now how are we going to get off this bloody platform?”
“You probably should have thought of that before you got up here,” Iarion said with a smirk as he slammed the hilt of his knife against a lion guard’s temple.
“I didn
