The voices in my head might be telling me to kill that idiot, but I don’t actually intend to do it. Like I said, I’d rather keep a low profile and spend my time peacefully in Ironhold.

As distasteful as he is, I decided I’d let it slide as long as he didn’t cross a certain line—like suddenly deciding to kill me, trying to assault me, or, worst of all, attempting anything with Mirif, our other party member.

As I entertained these thoughts, we arrived at the goblin nest, with that idiot Baum leading the way, followed by Mirif and …