Volinir laughed, perhaps a little more loudly than he should have. "What, he could just magic the cat scat away?" Magic wasn't something Volinir was very familiar with. He'd heard stories, and there were a couple wizards in Kalinor, but his view of magic for the most part was "stuff that sparkles." "If'n ya ain't wanna be a slave, 'en why'd ya go an' been one inna first place? Shoulda bloody told 'em 'no'..." He waited for a third ale before answering Tock. "I did. They beat me. I told 'em no again. They beat me again. Eventually I figured that I might as well bide my time. If I'd kept telling 'em no, I wouldn't have any free time, and I wouldn't have been able to meet you." When she told Volinir he could come with her, he set his mug down and tried to throw his arms around her, beaming. "You're a hero, you know that!?" |