Sealantus pulled me into the hall.
"What's that mark on your hand, and how did you get it?" he demanded. I looked, and saw an image of a Halfling on the back of my hand. I shrugged.
Sealantus looked round, then back. "If you ask me, that thing is the most dangerous and least reliable here! And that armless thing, well, its 'armless!" he said seriously, then giggle at his own joke at the end.
I felt outraged. I pushed Sealantus gently, and walked back into the parlor. I looked at the mark. "I'll ask Ara what it is. If anyone knows, he will." I thought.