All I wanted to do right now was roll in a barrel of salt, until every last one of the retched things shriveled up and fell off. I hate bugs and anything close to it, especially leeches. The arena dungeons had been full of bugs and the poor excuses of what passed for medicinal experts assigned to patching up fighters had employed the heavy use of leaches in all their remedies. I had grown too loath both. It was all I could do to remain calm, as I stood there being fed upon.
The boy looked as miserable as I felt. "Okay, there gone, let's go!"
We waded through the reeds over to the beach, where I slid a sturdy looking small craft with a single small sail out into the waters of the lake. Pushing it further out into the current I reached for the boy and lifted him into the skiff and then climbed in myself. I rowed away from the shore for awhile to get some distance between us and the beach and then I unfurled the sale and set the rudder on a course to take us to the northern side of the lake.
I turned to the boy, after I had tied the rudder off, "Now that we're on our way let's get these stinking bloodsucking leeches off!"