“Pitiful, absolutely disgraceful.” Hilt squatted over Zibnizik. She looked at her blade, poised over his throat, and tutted. “Zibnizik, if I were in a grading mood, I would fail you on the spot. No perimeter guard, no wards to speak of, and not even someone keeping watch. That is a failing grade.” “Lady Hilt,” the gnome said, not taking his eyes off the weapon. “Pardon my rudeness, but I’m not in classes with you.” She […]