Chapter Book 5 - Prologue (cont)
“I told you I would find it.”
“But you didn’t; I found it.”
“It’s almost as if you’re suggesting my totem pole provided no value whatsoever.”
“I’m not suggesting it, Dove, I’m outright saying it.”
The skeletal form of the once-living Summonerturned its back in outrage, flicking the crumbling bones of the snake he’d attached around his waist over his shoulder.
“I’m telling you upfront, Tyron, this partnership isn’t going to last without mutual respect.”
“Respectfully, shut the fuck up. I’m working.”
Dove briefly considered unleashing his marrow hound on the Necromancer, but thought better of it. Even as a joke, attacking someone much stronger than himself with an undead entity conjured from the realm of death itself was probably a bad idea.
Instead, he watched as Tyron muttered to himself, cast magick and mucked about with runes for ten minutes before getting bored.