The elven woman waves her hand angrily. "The boneheads? Why would you care about them? Ah, it doesn't matter a

The elven woman waves her hand angrily. "The boneheads? Why would you care about them? Ah, it doesn't matter anyway. I recruit apprentices for simple tasks. They sign my contracts. They obey me and take full responsibility for any harm they suffer during service. One of them, Sartayne, works in the smithy. The other, Ditael, tests finished weapons and runs errands."