Snippet #1530873

Your ego and disrespectful manner towards others will get you into deep water, sir

"They frequently do," replied Secru, blandly. "People are always threatening to kill me. For some reason, the few who carry out their threat seem to get a sudden influx of charity, and obligingly let me win the subsequent fight. They seem to fling themselves on my sword - most generous of them." Secru looked around for anything alcoholic that might have been in the room, and cursed inwardly. Nothing. "As for the malefic maiden over there, you might be interested in knowing that she set her followers on me, and when I killed them in self-defense, stalked me silently, and then attacked me. In most polite circles, that's grounds for a certain amount of disrespect." Belatedly, Leo's words about his bride-to-be sunk past Secru's ego, and their meaning triggered certain responses in his mind. "Your betrothed speaks with spirits?" There was genuine interest in his voice, and the drawl had vanished. "Is her name perhaps K'ria-zhe? Fior? Or perhaps Reesak?" He recalled the shaman of his village, certain demonstrations of spirit-walking that he, Secru, had never been able to emulate. And the shaman had mentioned those three names as those he had met.

He sat back, eagerly awaiting Leo's response. The chances of the knight's betrothed being any of these was slim, he knew... but it would be an omen that he couldn't ignore.