Gale squinted at you. “A new face,” he said, mustering up as much attitude as he could. “Why am I being blessed with your company? Did the guards’ hands get tired from beating me? Did Orin’s hand cramp from holding her knife to my throat for too long?”

The sarcasm flowed out easily. It wasn’t hard to tap into the anger that pulsed through his heart. He had been in the sewers for months, alternating between a cage, shackles, and Orin’s little torture den. Bitterness came easily at this point.