The boy hadn't taken the rag, so Styrm dabbed it on his face, wiping away some of the blood and grime. "C'mon now, laddie," he groaned. "We both o' us know th'chair didn't 'it ye quite so hard. Kink, Joz, the lass wi' th'busted tail, moves jus' like ye. I'm short time an' gil an' she's like t'be shorter still, so help 'er out an' tell ol' Styrm where she lies low." He almost shook the boy.
"Please an' quick."
"Please an' quick."
