"The hell are you doing here?"
Grey walked into Globb's shop, heaving for breath. He looked like death and there was everything but a reaper's scythe around his neck.
It took some doing to get himself away from Sir Trolley. The old knight was worse than any nagging mother—which was ironic considering the fact he had woken him up with a bucket of cold water.
The old bastard couldn't decide whether he wanted to be overprotective or a dick. But Grey had scrambled his brains up pretty good over the last hour, so maybe Edmun deserved a pass.
Still, Grey managed to drag himself back to Globb's shop after commandeering the old man's services.
Grey hadn't forgotten that the armor Terran stole was probably under all the debris and rubble of Terran's estate. He hadn't been able to confirm that earlier, but the good thing about having a powerful master was that he was pretty good at moving big rocks.
