“I am telling you to listen to me!” Armand was yelling, trying to get Lyle to see his point of view. “There are enemies coming!”
“We have fires to put out, wounded to tend to, and a flying wizard to defeat!” Lyle yelled at him. Armand wanted to slap the little punk. “You haven’t seen anything other than a goat with a boo-boo!”
“Idiot!” snarled Armand, clicking the reins and heading deeper into town.
“Armand,” his wife said. “You have to stop the wagon, I don’t feel so well.”
Armand swore, and tried to keep tears out of his eyes.
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