Moknay stroked his mustache. 'Hmmm, perhaps you're not as stupid as you look, Thromar,' he jeered.
'Stuuuuupiiiiid!' the ogre boomed happily.
Logan scratched his head. 'Are you sure this Bloodstone exists?' he asked. 'I thought it was a myth.'
'You saw the Sprites yourself!' Thromar responded. 'And with your magic-attracting ability, there shouldn't be any problem finding it!'
Moknay smirked. 'Would you care to wager on that remark? Say, five gold pieces?'
'Make it ten!' Thromar retorted.
'So be it! Ten it is!'
Thromar grinned again. 'But this time there'll be no dancing on corpses!'
Logan felt a smile draw on his lips as he stared into the rising sun, and the warmth of its rays sent hope surging through him. There was still a chance of getting home, he told himself, and his companions would be at his side until then.
He had been right, he thought with a smile. Sparrill was a nice place to visit…
