Martin opened his inventory and reached for Robert's Crystal Warhammer. Branches snapped, leaves shook, and something charged through the brush with all the restraint of a monster crossing into academy territory.
Rangar burst onto the riverbank.
His gaze passed over Martin, Robert, Scunko, and the enormous Dragon Turtle in the water before locking onto the grill.
"Kebab."
Martin closed the inventory. "That's your greeting?"
"Ya promised me kebab!" Rangar pointed at the skewers as if presenting evidence before an elder. "I've been waiting so long the Light Tree could've grown another branch. Then I smelled this from halfway down the academy path and found ya feeding Robert first!"
Robert barked out a laugh. "Tracked it through the forest, did ye? Scunko might have competition."
"I wasn't tracking it. The smell found me."
Martin picked up a skewer and held it out. "Take this before you accuse me of breaking another promise."
