Magnus: Dragon Prince
Ley replied, shaking his head at remembering the taste.
“You would know what tastes like war master?” shot out a sly voice, “You are as brave as they say to drink those types of tonics.”
“Priest of no church snake, I mean Deacon, can I help you?” Ley replied, scowling when seeing Deacon walking around the corner with his usual entourage of guards.
“For the help you could provide, I have these men” Deacon snarled, waving his hand to the burly guards that followed him, “My lord, how goes your training? I hope my gift is assisting the swordplay skills you already possess?”