Who in the hell is she calling a weasel? When all I see when I look at her is an old crone washup warlock.” Assabi sits down and turns his nose up. “How many spells did you have to cast to make yourself young? I’m sure it was over a thousand."
Ingvar chuckled, “More like a million.”
“Arrogant bastard.” Shailene points at Ingvar and tries to stand up, but falls back down. “I fon’t recall inviting either of you assholes in.” She frowns. "How did you find me?"
Your stench wasn’t hard to track.” Ingvar picked up a photo of Sheliene. He looked at the pictures, looked at he,r then back at the picture and shook his head.
“Stench, funky ass. It's more like it, Assabi laughs, “Funky, it's the right word for it.
“Listen here, shrimp, don’t test me. I’m not in the mood for this. Wh
