“Do not let my expression dampen your good humor,” Talmanes said, tucking his pipe away. “Nor let it bother you that we are fighting at the end of the world, that our armies are grossly outnumbered, and that if we lose, our very souls will be destroyed by the Dark Lord of all evil.” “Sorry, my Lord.” “That was a joke.” Dennel blinked. “That?” “Yes.” “That was a joke.” “Yes.” “You have an interesting sense of humor, my Lord,” Dennel said.”
