"Ready as anyone can be." Trafalgar leaned back. "So today's finally the day I get to see it. This city under a mountain the three of you have been pouring the better part of two years into."
"That's the day." Dravok took a slow drink. "It's finished. Stable enough now to walk into without it finding some clever way to kill you, which is more than I'd have sworn to a year ago." He set the cup down. "We leave for Caelvyrn's the moment we're done here. On his back, it won't take long."
"Hold on." Caelvyrn's head turned. "You mean to use me as a coach horse now as well? I'll have you know I could pitch you off any time the mood took me, Dravok."
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say." Dravok didn't so much as glance at him. "First we show the boy the place, which means today you carry us there. After that, your part's done."
