"Our Master Mage is the best in Velkaris," Elder Drystan stated. "We will not invite in another disease to cure our current one."
Kael rolled his eyes so hard his head moved with them.
"Your Master Mage has been failing for over eight hours. You cannot fight the bad kind of dark magic with conventional magic alone. That's like trying to drown a fish."
"That analogy doesn't work," Varro said. "Fish can't drown."
"That's the point—" Kael stopped. Blinked. Looked at him. Looked at the ceiling. Looked at Brennan with a blade still to his throat, who shrugged. Then Kael pinched the bridge of his nose with his non-bladed hand. "Why am I trying to explain this. Nevermind."
"If it helps, I understood the metaphor," Brennan offered.
"It doesn't help, Brennan."
Brennan looked at the elders.
