"That good of a day?" Rathus questioned. Titus had just staggered through the door and to say he looked exhausted was an understatement. The fact of the matter was, his younger brother looked as though he'd been to hell and back in an iron maiden on the back of square-wheeled wagon over a gravel road through a hoard of undead.
"I don't want to talk about it," Titus replied, nursing what looked like a black eye.
"I take it you didn't find a new personal supplier?" Rathus questioned.
