Synthia was in teaching mode and Venny loved to learn. The troll with beach blond hair and a surfer goatee was underestimated by many. He had saved Jonathon’s life more than once. Mostly by his prudence and sense of danger. But he could dance with the fastest samurai if he needed to. Jonathon had seen the big troll work out; they’d pumped iron and run together often, but Venny was faster and stronger. Maybe the troll couldn’t perform a triple forward flip on a motorcycle, but Jonathon would always need his help in a fight. And the prospect of fighting seemed extremely likely before this was all over.