The alcohol had clearly been flowing freely for some time. He could hear the Bagaudasii before he could see them. Several times people stopped them, wanting to discuss the bout, but Kirit kept the conversations short, wanting to get to Cody. He wasn’t eloquent and he could admit it. “Was that a comment on my intelligence?” Kirit asked mildly. And you most certainly cannot do it with words.” You can’t penetrate Magisteri’s arrogance, you should know that by now. So, we are going to find your mate and maybe a couple of mugs of ale along the way. Then Seamus would drag me into the middle, wondering why I cannot control my own. Magisteri would poke, you would lose your temper and attack, and then Seamus would have to deal with the whole mess. “No.” Raven waited until they passed out of earshot of Magisteri before he continued. “Wait, I wasn’t finished,” Kirit protested. Raven grabbed Kirit by the shoulder and steered him past the smirking noble. “Couldn’t you use a drink? Excuse us please, Lord Magisteri.” “I could use a drink,” Raven said in a loud voice. Subterfuge was a Fae talent, not a draconic one. He could practically hear Raven willing him to walk away. Kirit scowled, searching for another veiled comment to respond with. It would be difficult at best for a human to find a place among us.” Cody has found palace life to be rather dull on occasion.” “I am glad to hear he has been enjoying himself. Kirit bared his teeth in something resembling a smile.
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