“It’s like these fellows who name their swords ‘Skullbane’ or ‘Souldrinker’ or somesuch.” Tric tied his saltlocks into a matted knot atop his head. “Tossers, all.”
“If I were going to name my blade,” Mia said thoughtfully, “I’d call it ‘Fluffy.'”
Tric snorted with laughter. “Fluffy?”
“Byss, yes,” the girl nodded. “Think of the terror you’d instill. Being bested by a foe wielding a sword called Souldrinker… that you could live with. Imagine the shame of having the piss smacked out of you by a blade called Fluffy.”
‘A secret place,’ Vetty said mysteriously.
‘There’s no such place,’Meri laughed.
‘Of course there is,’ Vetty said. ‘Everyone knows there are secret waters, undiscovered places and hidden cities. You know, like the one mermaid spies live in.’
‘Pah!’ Meri said, desperately trying to be casual. ‘Mermaid spies aren’t real. I don’t know where you heard that but mermaid spies are not a thing.’
Goooood afternoon maties!