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."Jarull wrapped his arm around Keph and said, "Sailing a tempest of ale and wine, Keph, sailing a tempest!"Drunk then.Jamil's human side gave him a turn of wit."If you've been drunk for five days," said Keph, "I'd have heard about it.You can't drink for a night without smashing something.""I didn't say it was in Yhaunn, did I?" Jarull poked him in the ribs."There are half a dozen festhalls in Ravens Bluff where I'm no longer welcome.""You went to Ravens Bluff without me?" Keph glanced at his friend and narrowed his eyes."Who is she?"Jarull grinned and pinched his fingers together in front of his mouth."I swore an oath not to say," he said."But I can tell you this." His voice dropped."She's dark, beautiful, meaner than my grandmother, and she likes her men big and tough."He flexed his free arm and something sparkled on his fist.Keph reached out and grabbed his hand, pulling it closer.Jarull wore a ring on his middle finger, a twisted band of age-blackened silver set with a deep purple amethyst.The big man tugged his hand free before he could get a better look.Keph glanced up and raised an eyebrow."From your woman of mystery?"His friend roared with laughter."And that's not all!" He jingled a pouch at his waist and swung Keph around to face the nearest ramp descending deeper into the Stiltways."Come on! Down to the Cutter's Dip.I'm buying.You've got a head start on me tonight, but I'll try to catch up.If we're lucky, Lyraene will come looking for you again!" He held out his fist.After a moment, Keph grinned, then laughed as well."If we're lucky!" he said, and bashed Jarull's fist with his own
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