Shady

"No, ma'am," Pratik answered. "The Loquiturs were gone by the time I got there." Pratik hesitated, still following close behind -- but not too close. Was she digging for information? ...

"Yes, ma'am," Pratik murmured with a nod. He didn't know much, but he'd gotten a pretty good read on them in the past two weeks, and he'd share whatever he ...

(Ooh good to know!) "Sounds good to me!" Pratik agreed brightly. He glanced over, noticing Nasa's head on a stake -- frozen solid into a ghastly expression. He grinned at ...

Pratik grinned, switching back to Upper Tongue. "I like the sound of that."

"Same as Tarr's place -- meat and vegetables." Pratik stopped a polite distance from Sera, but glanced back at Ada. "I don't know what -- if anything -- they have ...

"She's inviting us in," Pratik murmured, walking ahead with deliberate steps, chin raised and shoulders squared. "She says we look cold and hungry."

Pratik eyed Captain Bay, who was still watching him suspiciously. He decided it'd be better to hand over his weapons without having to be asked a second time. He, ironically, ...

Pratik dismounted, surprised. Sera certainly seemed preferable to the paranoid old bastard. "This is Ada," Pratik said, gesturing -- very slowly and carefully -- towards her. "She's the Seer. She ...

"Yes, ma'am!" Pratik called back with a nod. He glanced at the soldiers around him, then looked back at Sera. "Shall I dismount?"

Pratik clucked to his horse, taking the lead as they walked through the gate. As before, there was a group of soldiers in a ring, waiting for them, weapons drawn. ...

"Maybe they won't," Pratik shrugged. "I know damn well I'm getting frisked, even though I'll hand over my weapons willingly. I don't know about the two of you. But, yes, ...

"They'll likely frisk you when we go in," Pratik muttered. "So I guess you should mentally prepare yourself for that." He imagined it'd be even worse for her than it ...

Pratik snorted, but smirked, turning towards her with a wry look in his eyes. "Eh, names are what you make of them. It doesn't much matter to me what you ...

Pratik kept glaring up at the wall where the man had been standing, but turned his head slightly towards Rickard. "I don't know." He assumed it probably had something to ...

"Like hell I will," Pratik snarled. "The bastard sent for me! I'm here. Give me room and board."