Talbot huffed at Misani, grinding his teeth under his jaw. The sorcerer couldn’t believe that this… this [i]wench[/i] had his lute, and he had it as a hostage. This was idiotic. She wanted him to talk to someone before she gave him his lute? Talbot wondered who he had to actually speak to before he would be able to get his lute back. [b]”Damn you…”[/b] the man said, glowering at Misani. The instrument was very important to him. [b]”It better be for a good reason, or I’ll string you up to Andrew’s tail and make him gallop miles and miles with you dragging behind him.”[/b]

His eyes darted back to Aelitha. [b]”Skull fracture.”[/b] Talbot muttered, obviously miffed. [b]”I’m starting to doubt all that you’re saying. I might be happy and friendly, but I don’t like it when people mess with me.”[/b] he grunted as he rolled on his side, turning his back on the two women. [b]”Leave me alone.”[/b]