"It's still not too late to get out of here," Kroll said, his tone heavy with the kind of concern only old friends could afford to show as he brought the water of the river to his lips. The man's armor clinked softly as he adjusted his great helm under his arm while drinking. "We've a lot riding on this lame horse, you are aware, yes?" He said after the second gulp
Blake gave a quiet laugh, the kind that sounded more like an exhale of disbelief than mirth. "More than you know, friend." He turned, catching Kroll's eye through the early mist. "How many times are we going to have this same talk?It's getting a bit ripetitive"
Kroll grunted. "As many times as it takes for you to listen at least once. Ten years I've followed that damn tail of yours through half the world's madness. And this plan…" He shook his head, the steel plates of his gorget creaking softly. "No matter how clever it sounds, it doesn't smell like something that came from you, does it?"
