"You realize that by inviting me to this camp you will automatically be subjecting her to me. Is this your strange way of revoking your invitation?" Tarn pauses, mere centimeters away from the handle of the stunner, eyes narrowing. My, someone is still bitter about their last little scuffle.

"A clever ruse to distract me, but I'm wise to your tricks, Bararrayarn. You'll be lucky is there's anything left for the Princess to find." Tarn snarls, drawing his weapon. He feels like a fool for actually considering it. Miles is a talented liar, indeed.