The sun began to rise, which meant we had survived. Rollo, exhausted, limped over to where I was standing and said, “I’ll send the guards out to search for survivors.”
He did not address me as ‘your Highness’, but I ignored it: Rollo had proved ready to step between me and danger all night. “They will find none,” I observed, “but it must be done. Where is Yink?”
“In the back of the second wagon. Drinking.” Rollo sounded disgusted.
“But for his magic, we would not have survived,” I said, surveying the multitude of charred monster corpses. “Let him drink.”