Meleys’ laughter is dark, her eyes watching with a sharpness at the niece she may soon enough run with, train to fight amongst the men and win.
The old crone sits then, her body heavy and the weight of her belly resting against the soft loam of the Elk's Crown.
You best!She agreed,
It may not happen again in this lifetime.

"speaking common" - "speaking lanzadoii"






