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This was the first time in what had to be months where a simple sentence elicited a curiously raised eyebrow. Hasgad was displeased with Dionne’s assessment. Donovan was inclined to agree. He wouldn’t call the man courageous or intelligent by any means, of course. The current situation was akin to a small dog that had barked once too many times at a breed much bigger than he. He was not bright nor talented and only had confidence in situations he was more probable to win. The ordinary would call him practical. Donovan agreed with the little Dionne; this Inquisitor was little more than a petulant bully who was surprised his prey had a fighting chance.

He watched Lyra with curiosity and a little concern. Her taunt didn’t work. Unsurprising. The introduction of a breeze on the back of his neck brought byt no comfort. Another problem? Or a potential savior? He would have to leave it to the oddball mage. Normally, he would have left the Inquisitor to the capable Astorio. Until the little Dionne acted. He could not have predicted that she would forgo negotiations altogether. A bleeding heart she was, but she must have had a lot of confidence. The results were explosive and he would say was a step in the right direction as Contarini was out of the Inquisitor’s grasp. Yet Lyra had charged in on her own. This simply wouldn’t do.

Donovan took off immediately and avoided stepping on anything metal should Hasgad recover on time. The goal at this instance was the safety of the much too spirited fire mage. [i]She certainly likes to leap into things. And if I were to play the part of rescuer, would it annoy her more?[/i] he pondered. He leapt over one of the fallen mages and joined Lyra at close range, one hand acting to plunge the dagger into Hasgad’s side and the other forcing itself between Dionne and Hasgad with the intent to separate them at the next sign of danger.