Daithi tosses the spaulder to the tent floor, uncaring the piece might wet, and pauses once Brigham speaks. He opens his mouth as though to protest — glances from the enchanter, instead, shifting his weight, and then, gradual, ... raises his palm to reveal another arrow: what remains, at least, given much of the shaft is missing. Edges of the arrowhead are visible, though, askew in its entrance. Daithi's skin is an angry red.

Cautious, he watches Brigham.