Darin considered Tralin and Myr with some considerable alarm. While Myr had fervently opposed Tralin's use of the Metanoia, in the time since his recovery Tralin and Myr had become very close, as if the Drakel had not just gone berserk for all the world to see and killed the entire undead army. Alright, to be fair, it was not really an army any more, just a battalion, but still. "The ship is made ready, Darin, Tralin." "Are you sure you wish to stay in Stone Deep, Delnar?" Darin asked the knight. "A warrior that cannot be killed would be a welcome addition to the Derenian armies." "What?" "No?"