Jeris was a smooth one, no doubt about it. Even when he admitted that he was dodging the question, he continued to dodge it. So long as he knew that Soji knew that Jeris knew that Soji...you get the picture. He didn't press the issue and instead took another drink of the honeyed liquid in his tankard, turning his attention to Linette instead.
She seemed nervous. Not cowardly, but concerned about something. Perhaps it was simply the fact that she was a lone conjurer surrounded by three Disciples of War. She might have felt a bit out of place.
"How did you come by Hyrstmill?"
Perhaps it had been the beacon on the watch tower that shone out into the encroaching darkness of the woods. Perhaps she had been on her way there on business. Perhaps her boot lace has broke and she needed a replacement before continuing.
She seemed nervous. Not cowardly, but concerned about something. Perhaps it was simply the fact that she was a lone conjurer surrounded by three Disciples of War. She might have felt a bit out of place.
"How did you come by Hyrstmill?"
Perhaps it had been the beacon on the watch tower that shone out into the encroaching darkness of the woods. Perhaps she had been on her way there on business. Perhaps her boot lace has broke and she needed a replacement before continuing.
