"Looks like you've already done the fun part," Akyran sat next to me. I tossed the first rock back into the river before taking up the second rock.
"Cloth soaked in children's tears," Daerton watched with interest. "That's some serious spell casting."
I threw the next rock into the river. "It needs to be."
"So, we're creating a dam," Daerton observed. "The bank is going to be slippery."
"I will dry it."
"You will need… ah," he glanced at Akyran under his eyelashes. "I guess you have that in ready supply."
"Yes," I murmured.
"What?" Akyran looked between us.
"I need some of your blood," I held out my hand.
"My blood?" he repeated but placed his hand in mine. I stabbed his finger with my dagger point, and he exclaimed. "F-k Ecaeris," he protested. I squeezed his finger, to get the blood to bead, and then let it fall onto a cloth I held ready. When I released his hand, he put his finger in his mouth and sucked it. "That hurt," he said inspecting the wound.