Dragoncrest Cliffs Blue Wind

"I would run for the bloody hills," Merlin joked, though this was not far from truth. While he would never leave Njord in trouble, if faced alone with a blood-thirsty, jealous brother of an attractive lady, he would give up all romantic notions in order to save his own skin. "But - once you get better, I will train with you and spar at any moment possible. Wouldn't want you have that meet up with a useless wingman and brother in arms," he reassured the guy.

"And I kind of want to make sure that the Pig knows that "Payback is a bitch!" - we will carve it in his skin to remember this for eternity," he could be surprisingly eloquent with words, if he got carried away. "Though... I think that from purely practical perspective we should first test our skills on smaller targets. Just to see, if we can step up our game. You know, what I mean," he added thoughtfully.