“And where were you when I needed you?” he demanded. “Apparently, a dwarf can’t even work the rust off his bracers around here without protection.”
Golhura blinked at him and began washing her face, unconcerned.
Barlo sighed. “Never mind. I suppose it’s too late now. I might as well finish the job.”
It occurred to him that he could probably also polish the other ‘equipment’ the sentry had thought he had been taking care of since she would no doubt tell the others to give him a wide berth...
No, that would only make things more complicated when I explain myself back at camp. I’m going to be embarrassed enough as it is.
He uttered a moan. When Iarion found out about this... Another stream of curses escaped his lips.
He knew the elf would never let him live this down.
“Barlo, your brac
