She nodded. "But can we get it straight that even though could be better people, it doesn't mean you don't deserve the good?"
He brought her to a table in the back corner, folding his hands as he sat down. "He's bald, apparently. Bald, skinny, and blue-eyed."
"Oh, definitely," he agreed. "I'm sure the whole reason he became a mage was to fix his bird-like appearance."
He paused, biting his lip as he looked down at the table. "I'll call him champ," he decided. "Or pal."
