>>5682749You suppose you should be annoyed, but when you filter our the Novice Fleshweaver’s natural tendency to insult and vitriol, it ACTUALLY sounds like a vote of confidence, and an admission that she relies upon you… Doubly appreciated given your near-failure to offer that very protection against the Goliath and its rock-monster minions on your way here. Having been captured and nearly killed, still she speaks of your aptitude as protector and defender. Honestly, you’re almost flattered!
“Thank you,” you whisper in the True Speech.
The Novice gives you a critical look, and huffs.
“Well, we have not died yet,” she replies. “And the Gods Below and Beyond know you have provided us ample opportunity to do so.”
This makes you think of Ivno—still half-preserved by the Novice’s dark magic, wrapped in rags in the layered, sunken tent where the Drow keep their trash to avoid attracting scavengers. Your brief melancholy for his loss is broken by Eka’s voice, though.
“Should we send for Oluwadamilare?” she asks. “We are all getting new clothes, but not him… It seems mean, doesn’t it?”
The Novice laughs, and answers: “He’s a ssservant! A Degenerate! He won’t exxpect anything, nor should he.”
You think back to the previous day, and reflect that—having not seen Olu since then—there is a good chance he is still inside the Drow Princess’ tent—possibly, in fact, still inside the Drow Princess.
“He will get something another day,” you say. “Let us not bother him just now.”
The Novice looks at you in confusion, but Ekaterine blushes slightly and nods, getting your meaning quickly.
