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<span class="mu-s">You are Vaaro Orlios</span>
And you cannot believe what this wench is saying. Did she drink seawater?
<span class="mu-i">We mustn’t abandon them.</span>
She is not understanding the ways of life. They were unlucky. She was not. Fairness doesn’t matter. Her breeding has protected her from this simple truth. That must be it. She will learn in time. You saw the strength in her when you conversed. She would make a very fine courtesan, the sort that cannot be fully bought. You don’t doubt she holds you in ill view and yet she was able to play the game of courtesy as if you were a true acquaintance. More the pity that side of her is buried beneath sentiments learned from nursemaids and singers.
“Did the lady not understand me? Do I have an accent?” you ask her.
“I understood you perfectly, thank you. You would have me sail away while my friends and kin are left here to be violated by monsters,” she says.
“Take that up with your lordly father. I’m not—”
“I will. Tell me, ser, is this supposed to impress me? I thought you clever. A common fisherman could steal away with me in the night. If you are really so worthy of me, then you will do better,” she says. You know what she’s on about, but it still nicks at your pride...
“A common fisherman might waddle through Navaen’s camp with two girls on his back for a whiff of your cunt. I am here now with my face as handsome as you see it because I <span class="mu-i">am</span> clever. You ask me to risk my life for no gain? No.” you say.
“You really are a rogue,” she says. You see a glimpse of the distaste she surely still has for you, a familiar look. Not that you fully care what she thinks. You consider how you might steer this back towards something productive before she speaks again.
