"You be right," Bayar panted. Having run through the city with no breakfast, then had his legs burned, and now pursue a halfling (Bayar was convinced it wasn't a child) with murderous intent had not put the big guy in a good mood.
"I be too easy to see. And I not be bringing my bow this morning. We best be splitting up, unless there be watchmen coming t'other way soon. Unless any of you be having magic tricks suddenly be useful?"
"I be too easy to see. And I not be bringing my bow this morning. We best be splitting up, unless there be watchmen coming t'other way soon. Unless any of you be having magic tricks suddenly be useful?"