“I guess it’s time to find what kind of mettle I’m made of,” he muttered as he tightened his belt. “What was that?” Alyna asked. “Nothing,” he replied and grinned ruefully. “Just talking to myself that’s all.” He heard her chuckle and her fingers smoothed the heavy gold chain he wore around his neck. She caressed the blue silk tunic he wore over a white under-tunic. “This is one of my favorites. It makes your eyes look as bright as the summer sky.” His eyebrows flew up his forehead. “Really now? Perhaps I should not wear it if it makes me look so pleasant. I don’t want Naworth to think me an easy mark.” He caught her around the waist and pulled her closer. She made a noise of disgust in her throat. “If Naworth thinks you an easy mark, then it is only the fault of his own stupidity.” Garin chuckled and gently gripped her narrow waist, running his hands up her sides. “And you my sweet, what color do you wear tonight?”
