Shady

“Literally any other option,” she protested, getting ahead of him and turning around in attempts of making him stop. “Accepting not all your questions have answers. Reading your books yourself. ...

“And what makes you so sure?” She didn’t like this at all. How could she get out of this… this… coercion?

She bent and grabbed her sword belt, not bothering to buckle it on. No time for that. Especially given the threat was swiftly becoming Derik. She followed after him. “And ...

“Yes.” She steadied the book. “I say please, and you let me read the book. Derik has nothing in this.”

Oh you bastard . He knew exactly what he was doing. Pulling the rank of the person she was scared of. “Now just wait a minute,” she protested, standing up ...

Oh he was pulling rank, was he? Fine, then. She wasn’t scared of him. She straightened again. “Well I don’t know the answer to your question. Sorry.” She didn’t sound ...

“Well… based on… things… that you read and hear and…” she laced her boots, milking them for all the time they were worth. How could she talk her way out ...

Oh, she’d fucked up . “Um… I… don’t know?” She bent and started putting her boots back on for a distraction. “Just… kind of… pieced together… educated guess…or a guess-guess…�

Waaaaay too close. “Um…” she realized she was still tied up in a knot on the chair and forced herself to straighten, putting her stocking feet on the ground and ...

Too close. She shrugged. “I dunno… probably don’t.”

“But how are you supposed to know what they want you to say if you can’t understand them?” She needed Them to give her some answers, apparently. They should have ...

“Oh.” Was that where Them told her to meet? “…so do they only speak Nortung?” This could be problematic.

Jerica jumped, snapping back to reality. She blinked, glancing at him. What had she said? She wasn’t sure. She’d not realized anyone could hear her. “…oh… what’s a godstone?”

She huffed, frustrated as she realized that she wasn’t going to be able to work the captions out. She muttered under her breath, still in Rhaebakian, “what the fuck do ...

Jerica rubbed her jaw, perplexed. Would that happen to her, too? Did Strithr turn all their minions into disfigured freaks? Or had they already looked like that when they were ...