"Alright, it was that black-robed Mage who helped me recover my memory, but there are still many things I can't recall." Lynch held a glass of red wine in his hand, smiling as he conversed with Wislin and Morgan. The nobles and generals participating in the meeting cast astonished glances, while the lord of Haisas, though disliking any mages, dared not show any sign of discontent.
"So, I should thank that black robe." Morgan wiped the wine foam from beside his beard with his sleeve, and in his usual loud voice said, "I'm so glad you've returned to normal! Shouldn't we drink to that?"
Wislin took the large goblet from the dwarf's hand, saying, "Now is not the time for drinking! You need to keep a clear head to enter the venue!"
"Bah! What's the need for that! Now that our Lynch is back, he can blow a puff, and the Snake-men have to roll out of here!" Morgan laughed heartily. "I reckon even that big serpent is no match for you."
