It's never the same

“If you trap me in your sketches, there'll be no one to lead the pack. And then where will we be? Or worse. Wylan will be leading it, and you’ll all be commanded to sing and dance every night or something” he shuddered. That kid was far too enthusiastic for his own good. He turned back to grin at her, pulling free a couple larger chucks of the stone as he did so. Making a daily large mess over the space she had already cleaned up a little.

At least now it would be easier for him to get back out again. “I wonder if we could build an entrance into my den above? So much easier to make my slave fetch and carry then…” was he still joking? Only Bas knew.