Akyran's Folly
“I guess you have that in ready supply.”
“Yes,” I murmured.
“What?” Akyran looked between us.
“I need some of your blood,” I held out my hand.
“My blood?” he repeated but placed his hand in mine. I stabbed his finger with my dagger point, and he exclaimed. “- Ecaeris,” he protested. I squeezed his finger, to get the blood to bead, and then let it fall onto a cloth I held ready. When I released his hand, he put his finger in his mouth and sucked it. “That hurt,” he said inspecting the wound.
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