Cirina KICKS Naurik in the midsection which puts him down
PONTAGAR: Umm … Cirina, is there something wrong?
CIRINA: Pontagar! Get me a rag or something to gag this son of a gontharg!
NAURIK: *Wheeeze! Gasp*
PONTAGAR: Oh … here, would this do? I use it to clean my swords …
CIRINA: Good enough. He’s lucky that’s the only taste of a sword he’ll get today. That’s right, Naurik, you kinchlo suthanch! Try enchanting someone now! My sandal straps should work to keep your wrists and ankles where we want them …
PONTAGAR: … I … I feel so confused about things, right now, Cirina. I mean … I seem to remember an accident, but … I remember something else, too, and I can’t … cant decide which is …
CIRINA: Oh, Pontagar!
PONTAGAR: And what happened just now? I mean, I know you and Naurik don’t get along, but …
CIRINA: Ohhhh … my brave strong Pontagar … Don’t worry, my prince. We’re going to get help for you, and everything will get cleared up.
PONTAGAR: Oh … okay. Heh! You sure are pretty, Cirina … Oh – I’m sorry, that … I didn’t mean to say that just now …
CIRINA: It’s nice to hear, all the same.