"Be careful," Sorin said, embracing Emel tightly. "Watch out for more of those demons. I don't want to lose anyone else. And if you do not come back, who will keep the castle running smoothly?"
Emel laughed and stepped back. "We'll be careful, High Paladin. All set there, alchemist? I'll take care of him, High Priest, so stop scowling at me."
Neikirk gave Cerant a kiss before mounting his horse. "I anticipate a lot of frustration upon our arrival, but we will do the best we can as quickly as we can, Master."
"You have the royal ring; do not be afraid to use it," Cerant said. "If they get to be too difficult, use your lightning incantation. They'll be so desperate to have it they'll give you whatever you want."
Neikirk's mouth quirked. "Yes, Master."