"A little of both," Tolan admitted with a sheepish smile. Putting down the empty tankard, Tolan rose to his feet and stood quite steadily. It seemed that his fainting spell was now completely behind him.
"Kirriam's right, we should get moving," he said, pulling his elbow-length riding gloved back on. "I feel quite well. If your men would be so kind as to return my weapons that they confiscated when I arrived, we can get on the road to Yarfell in a few minutes."
Reaching for the tent flap, he paused to look back at the Captain, an expression of frank honesty mingling with amusement on his face. "As for Kirriam, make no mistake, Captain, I love my sister dearly. I just know to get out of her way when she goes on a rampage. 'Spitfire' does not even begin to describe her. And you say you have more than one sister, and they're all like her?" A truly humored smile proved that his last statement was meant entirely as a joke: "My condolences!"
