[ this, finally, seems like rovan is not going to go out of his way to hurt dextera. he wonders what the point is now—if he looks like an easy mark for more food, or if something deeper is at hand. he frowns, for the first time a little annoyed rather than nervous. ]
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[ he nods, as much as he can. he can write. despite the memory loss, he knows he has the mastery of a number of languages—but all of them seem a little distant, compared to whatever they’re speaking with here. ]
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[ he nods, as much as he can. he can write. despite the memory loss, he knows he has the mastery of a number of languages—but all of them seem a little distant, compared to whatever they’re speaking with here. ]