“Mr. Paggle lifted his own ale in the air. “What shall we toast to?” “Yarrow’s right hook?” Peer said. “Bray’s unladylike nerve?” Arlow suggested. “To new friends,” Yarrow said. “New friends,” they agreed. Their glasses clinked merrily.” FantasyHigh FantasyBrayPeerArlowYarrowMr Paggle Book:Division of the Marked Source: Division of the Marked