"My point is merely that your desire to best me is more about pride than honor," Devin returned with a shrug. Sure, Trahearne had said hunting the undead was a calling, but Devin was fairly certain his aggravating behavior must have factored in.

He straightened up and stepped away from the tree so they would have enough space. "Your terms and your magic are acceptable." Devin would have to be on guard; he wasn't so foolhardy to think that those golems were the full extent of Trahearne's magic. He grinned sharply but made no other move to suggest an attack. "I hope you cleared your schedule. We may be here for a while."