"Enough, K. We have squandered far too many opportunities for me and Dart to perform Mithardir just because of Rhys. Look at my broadsword, it is broken. Do you really expect me to be able to fight that massive thing with my dull knives?" Grim was having none of it, he wanted to let Dart make his presence be known to Rhys.
"Grim, you do realize that if he tells on us then we are both going to perish if something happens to me, you still have not forgotten about that, right?" Dart asked him in a tone that was basically pleading him not to follow through with it.
Grim shook the backpack until Dart came crashing out of it. He smiled nervously at Rhys Kane's direction before hopping on top of Grim's head and smacking the back of it with his tiny little hands.
"What the hell is with you and your stubbornness!?" Dart exclaimed in an annoyed tone as he wacked away at Grim's head.
