"Retrieve what from where?!" Dairon dropped his quill in what she thought was a hilarious expression of his shock. Ink streaks splattered across the paper he was writing on.
She laughed as she held the letter up. "Narilia's scepter, from the underworld. It sounds amusing if you ask me."
"It's not amusing." His eyes narrowed. "The underworld is no place for a deity to be, let alone a demi deity and one like you at that. And do you even know what would happen to you if you held onto someone else's scepter for long enough to bring it back to the realm of immortals?"
"I know." Her smile fell. She was just trying to make it sound easier by laughing it off. "What do you mean by 'a demi deity like you'?" She asked, pretending to be offended by his remark.
