You Did Good Roza. Very Good. Now

The Incident With Dawn Hadn't Been One Of My Finer Moments. I Honestly Hadn't Expected To Break Any Bones When I Shoved Her Into A Tree. Still, The Incident Had Given Me A Dangerous Reputation. The Story Had Gained Legendary Status, And I Liked To Imagine That It Was Still Being Told Around Campfires Late At Night. Judging By The Look On The Girl's Face, It Was.

I Took A Deep Breath. "are You Free Tonight?" There Was A Long, Pregnant Pause. "what About The Man In The Dream?" He Finally Asked. "there Is No Man In The Dream.

Another Power I Don't Have," Said Lissa Ruefully. I Grinned. "hey, I Have Yet To Meet Any Spirit User Who Can Throw A Punch Like You Can. That Was Poetry In Motion, Liss." She Groaned.

Are You Kidding? He's Arrogant, Sarcastic, Likes To Intimidate People, And—oh." Okay. Maybe She Had A Point.

For Every Bad Thing In Life, There Are More Good Things To Tip The Balance.