'That oaf Nalrond owes me big time.' Morok thought. 'Thank the gods I have Master Ajatar by my side. Lizards may be perverted, but they sure know their way around women.'
The Tyrant had been in the doghouse for so long and so often that he empathized with Nalrond whom Morok considered a fellow victim of feminine cruelty in need of help.
Morok had asked Ajatar's help in choosing the betrothal gift and how to propose and before the Gala, he had sought the Drake's advice to smooth things over between the Rezar and Friya.
"If only you put this much thought into your training, you would have already reached the violet and discovered your unique bloodline abilities!" Ajatar had earlier complained about his apprentice's odd priorities.
He was right, but this is a story for another day.
