Their arguing starts up almost immediately. We're barely in the tunnel past the third door at the other side of the room when Graldor snarls and spins on Blossom who gazes up at him with her most innocent look. Surely a sign she's up to no good.
"Hands off," the dwarf wizard snaps. "I catch you in my pockets again, little thief, and I'll seal your mouth shut."
"I have no idea what you're talking about." She sniffs as she strides past him, water skin now slung over one shoulder, but I catch her wink and grin over her shoulder, the way one hand slides into her pocket and I sigh over the pending drama.
"Hand it over." I close the distance quickly, now directly behind Damaris, Graldor pushing up against me as he attempts to reach around me to grasp the halfling. She darts
sideways, tucking
