" Jerado heard a splash followed by the roar of an explosion. Bits of equipment, glass and wood splattered against the back of the chair. A large chunk of table whizzed past his head and smashed into the cave’s wall.
Ears ringing, Jerado sighed and waited for what he knew would happen next.
“M . . . master?”
“Yes, Remy?”
“C. . . Can you sew my hand back on my wrist?”
“Remy, Remy, Remy. You know how I hate doing mundane chores.”
“B . . . but I can’t clean up the mess with only one hand.”
“That is true. All right, fetch a needle and thread and I’ll repair your hand.”
“A . . . And I need a new tunic. This one is in tatter "

― Hank Quense , The King Who Disappeared