Shady

Pratik was getting progressively more interested in the conversation. So, Loquitur had a mole too? It was everything Pratik could do to keep his face passive when he heard the ...

The irony struck Pratik, but he couldn’t do anything about it except maintain his innocent persona. That, and make a mental note to keep an eye on the general. He ...

Pratik forced his face to stay impassive as he stared at the ground. This was bait. Or had nothing to do with him. They wouldn’t be giving him free reign ...

Pratik kept his gaze carefully on the ground in front of him, not wanting to be accused of snooping, but listened intently.

Pratik stood by wiggling the cork silently so that it’d be easy to pull out once he was barked at once again.

Pratik glanced between them, fascinated by the dynamic, but kept his head bowed and maintained his silence in the corner.

Pratik mentally cursed himself for not being able to bring himself to pawning this job off on one of the others, but took his place in the corner where Tarr ...

Pratik took the mead back to the study and knocked on the door.

“Thank you,” Pratik answered. He was doing his best not to end up flogged.

Pratik quickly retrieved the mead and started back towards the main room. He ran into the boy that Maria had sent ahead. “Hey. Am I supposed to knock when I ...

(Sleep well!) “Be well.” Pratik turned down the hall to get more mead.

“I understand.” Pratik still didn’t comprehend a sentiment like that. But he was beginning to think he never would. “I appreciate the tips.” (Heads up I’m going to bed soonish)

“I thought he’d want to be acknowledged.” Pratik shrugged. “I’m new here.”

"Yeah," Pratik agreed. He briefly thought about commenting on the fact that it hurt, but decided that was a stupid comment since the woman was more than aware of how ...

Pratik barely resisted the urge to reach up to touch his own raw neck. Was this an offer of friendship? It was hard to tell. "Something I would very much ...