"Ringil, preparing to hand out some straightforward reassurance, felt mischief sparkle through him instead. It was the call of impending risk, he knew, the itch to action--and a long building irritation with Nyanar that finally flared to life. He put on a breezy grin. "But my lord Nyanar! That's what gives life its savor, is it not? Where would we be if the future were always known?"