“You’re crazy!” the elf screeched. “You could have killed us! Or just me, but . . . You could have killed me! You nearly did.” He gripped his chest. “I almost died just then!”
The dwarf smacked his arm. “Bah, I knew you’d do fine! You’ve always been so caught up in your implements and chanting, but I knew that if the situation really demanded it you’d be able to cast a spell without them.”
The elf stood rigid. His lips pursed, his hands clenched into fists. “This was a lesson? You, the dwarf who can’t cast a spell without drinking poison, was teaching me a lesson?”
“It wasn’t something I planned ahead of time, but yeah. You don’t have the same problems with your magic that I do with mine. You just needed a little push.” He noted the look of fury on the elf’s face and smiled. “Come on. I
