Shady

"Wait, does this mean we're allowed to stop speaking in questions?" Jerica asked, realizing Lordy and Mel were both speaking in statements with no apparent consequences. And also realizing that ...

"Alright..." Pratik took a deep breath, then let it out slowly, thinking through the mechanics. "So, personal aide... you mean, like a follow-him-around-carrying-things or more of a personal assistant

Pratik inclined his head. "That I can do. Shall I encode them, or simply tell him what I've heard?"

"No," Aerik repeated yet again. "Alright. I guess I'll ask Derik." "Tell him I say hi!" Aerik snorted but reached for a piece of paper. "Alright... 'Femola saw Jerica. What ...

"Alright." Pratik nodded. That would be easier than trying to get himself into Tarr's estate by himself. He tried to ignore Ash's flippancy towards calling them "wares" and talking about ...

Jerica smirked and reached out to complete the fist bump, then turned back towards Lordy and raised an eyebrow. "Is that the best roast you got?"

"Alright..." Aerik clapped his hands together, sighing. "So, what do we do with Femola now?" "Kill," Jerica answered without hesitating. "No," Aerik answered just as quickly. "What about you?" Aerik ...

"Do you ever find his jokes funny?" Jerica asked, wanting to roast Lordy but still afraid to stop speaking in questions. "Or is he simply funny looking?"

"I'm more muscle than fat," Pratik answered. "But sure, whatever, I can go on a diet for a while so I look thinner and weaker... what would the story be ...

"That's fine." Pratik shrugged again. He'd been in much, much worse positions for his work than simply being a servant. And he wasn't concerned about getting trapped there -- he ...

"That might work..." Pratik nodded slowly. He drummed his fingers on the armrest, thinking about what he knew of Loquitur and his allies. "I've heard Tarr is less than judicious, ...

"Depends on if you think your brother is capable of controlling his mercenary." Pratik shrugged. "Isya will recognize me the instant he lays eyes on me. I'm not particularly concerned ...

"I am," Pratik said, inclining his head. "I'm good at changing my accent and my persona so I can into any circumstance I need to... although, I am rather well-known ...

"Hey, that wasn't my fault," Jerica said defensively. "I just wanted a bottle--" she trailed of, looking at Aerik guiltily. "It's always the rum with you." He sighed, shaking his ...

“I’m good with languages. I’ve spent most of my time in the South and the East, but I can obviously get by in the North. I’m quite good at coding ...