○ Common ○ Rakahi ○ Pailtic ○ Hussian ○
“They exist.” Freya responded quickly, firmly. She was no religious fanatic but the horrors she’d experienced over her lifetime, and even those within the last arc, only solidified the truth of these beings existing within the world. “How else could you explain the creatures of the shadows… or the power wielded by those in secrecy? No mortal man could conjure such illusion and to believe such a tale is foolish beyond that of a fool’s thought.” Having not realized the insult her words brought, Freya cleared her throat and straightened. “Sorry...”Freya listened while the Warden explained further about the family, growing more perplexed. If they were such a band of drunken, sex crazed party-goers, then why did they have any interest in freeing her from a government prison? Thinking back to her limited time with Andraska, Freya knew they were interested in her drug smuggling ways, but beyond that…
Answers. That’s what Andraska had explained to her. But what answers? She knew nothing… Or at least, that’s what she thought. She knew who the Witch Doctor within Rharne was. She had connections to the black markets and the smugglers routes between the Eastern and Western Regions. Freya had enough information to sell for a pretty onyx piece, which made her valuable and dangerous...
Her brow furrowed in thought before Malcolm’s words snapped her attention back to the conversation. Wendell… A tiredness hit her at the memory of him, making her look down with a sigh. The woman had come to accept his death, but the guilt… and the anger. Those were ever present and heavy on her heart.
“My mentor was a rookid bastard. His insults over my speech kept me on the books at night.” She picked at her nails, the color of her eyes turning unnaturally bright blue. “But I suppose that was the best way to teach me.”
“No, thank you for the time.” She stood then, watching him pull the book closer and smiled. “I suppose it’s in your nature to be distrusting of others? That’s good to have, but since you won’t let me take that,” A finger pointed to the novel, “May I at least know where I can find you if I have anymore questions?”
