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“…maybe,” Jerica said. That would involve him in this process, though. Which she wanted to limit. “… do you know how to translate it into Rhaebakian instead of Upper Tongue?” ...

“Mm.” Jerica gave a discontented grunt. Well that made things harder.

“… oh.” She hesitated. Well, now her hand was tipped. And he thought she was stupid. “…no, I don’t know it… are they all in…Nortung?”

“Yeah,” she answered reflexively, never one to admit she couldn’t do something. But… well… she couldn’t make sense of this stick. Best to ask questions. “…what’s Nortung?”

(Nice! I’ll look them up in a bit) Jerica squinted at it. The words were even harder to read than usual. Maybe she was just too tired. Reading always got ...

“Weird,” Jerica said, striding forward to glance at it. (What language(s) would these things be written in?)

“…oh.” That didn’t make any sense. But she nodded like it did. “Right.”

“Almost nothing,” Jerica admitted. “That’s why I wanna read up. I know they’re into war and Haelar’s kid.”

Jerica stopped. Shit. “Um… I don’t know? They just do.”’

“Thanks!” She started forward eagerly. Jackpot.

Was she in trouble? It kind of felt like it. Where was he taking her? But she stood obediently and followed.

“Seems like as good a place as any.” Jerica shrugged. Shit. Shitshitshit.

(Ah well I am at work and can’t find it for you now but it’s fitting haha) “Um… I mean… there seems to be a lot…” Jerica hemhawed. “Maybe I ...

“Um…” She hesitated. How to avoid suspicion? “Are there like accounts of individual gods?” (Do you know the “don’t be suspicious” audio? Because that keeps going through my brain lol)

“Um… not yet, no.”