"Syryn, I should apologise. I was hatching a murder plan with you on the dying end," Drevin confessed to the mage who eating from a bowl of sea fruit.
"How would you have killed me?" He curiously asked the silver-blue mer. "Your jellyfish toxins? They won't work on me. I'm immune to the toxins found in oceanic creatures."
Drevin had a moment of understanding. Now he knew how Syryn had been so cocksure during the jellyfish stinger game he had played with the guard.
"So you were never in any danger."
Knowing what Drevin was talking about, Syryn shrugged. Why would he gamble his life away like that?
"You know," he said as he lifted the corner of his lips in a smile of disdain. "If that mer guard had had the balls to face his death in the game, he would have survived. I may have pretended that I was acting but the third sting was loaded with poison. It hurt like a bitch in the first few seconds that I was stung."
