Annoying. Yes, that was what her friend had said. Having people treat you with suspicion after a god accused you of working with his adversary was simply annoying. If it was Azira, she would have found it more than annoying. If people were treating her like that then she’d be more infuriated but she’d also be scared. The idea that your own people, maybe even your friends, might change their attitude concerning you was a worrying one. If they could turn so completely and suddenly on someone, who was to say that they wouldn’t go further than simply shunning someone or reacting fearfully in their presence. There was always the possibility that they might turn violent and that was something that her friend didn’t seem to realise. The huntress wasn’t going to put the idea into the glassworker’s head though. There was no point in making her live in fear. The teen knew how horrible that feeling was and she had only ever lived in fear of perhaps one or two individuals. Syveris might have reason to fear tens of them, hundreds even.
The mention of the Deep Warrens made the huntress shudder. ”You really went down there? It’s supposed to be a horrible place, drives some people mad. There’s also those stories of people who go down there and never come back. Is it really as bad as they say? And did you find anything down there?”she asked her friend in hushed and awed tones. She was surprised by her friend’s willingness to go down there. Surely, anybody who knew what she’d done would realise that what she’d done proved her innocence. You didn’t go down into the bowels of the mountain without a very good reason. But then there was a chance that it might enhance her guilt, wasn’t there? She’d heard a rumour that the Despised was down there so who was to say that someone wouldn’t assume she’d gone looking for him down there with a different intent in mind? Maybe it hadn’t been that good an idea after all.
Syveris’s comment about the bird being worse when it hatched made her snort in disbelief, an incredulous look but amused look shot in her friend’s direction. Her amusement didn’t last long though, it couldn’t during such a serious discussion. She could see how desperately her friend was trying to remember someone out of place, someone who had helped the Despised. It was obviously giving her some trouble, considering the way her forehead was creased. She must have helped him in some way however as there was no other explanation for Zulrav’s accusation.
The mention of the strange man from the Market made Azira frown in response. It was true that he’d seemed shady. He’d also seemed eager to get out of there, despite the fact that he’d taken the time to help Syveris up after the wind knocked that clothes rack into her... It had been very windy that day but it must have been a coincidence because nothing else fit. ”I wouldn’t have thought it was him either but I never would of remembered him at all if you hadn’t brought him up. But you’re right, it can’t be him. You didn’t do anything for him and I was there with you too and I wasn’t accused, remember?” the huntress explained. She continued to frown in thought however. ”If you don’t remember anyone else who stuck out though, could it be him? Maybe it was something that helped him in a way that we can’t understand. Maybe not something obvious. The winds blew really sharply right before he arrived and you got knocked over, remember? He helped you up and gave you money and then he gave me money. Could he have taken something off you when he helped you up? Stole something from you, I mean.”
The mention of the Deep Warrens made the huntress shudder. ”You really went down there? It’s supposed to be a horrible place, drives some people mad. There’s also those stories of people who go down there and never come back. Is it really as bad as they say? And did you find anything down there?”she asked her friend in hushed and awed tones. She was surprised by her friend’s willingness to go down there. Surely, anybody who knew what she’d done would realise that what she’d done proved her innocence. You didn’t go down into the bowels of the mountain without a very good reason. But then there was a chance that it might enhance her guilt, wasn’t there? She’d heard a rumour that the Despised was down there so who was to say that someone wouldn’t assume she’d gone looking for him down there with a different intent in mind? Maybe it hadn’t been that good an idea after all.
Syveris’s comment about the bird being worse when it hatched made her snort in disbelief, an incredulous look but amused look shot in her friend’s direction. Her amusement didn’t last long though, it couldn’t during such a serious discussion. She could see how desperately her friend was trying to remember someone out of place, someone who had helped the Despised. It was obviously giving her some trouble, considering the way her forehead was creased. She must have helped him in some way however as there was no other explanation for Zulrav’s accusation.
The mention of the strange man from the Market made Azira frown in response. It was true that he’d seemed shady. He’d also seemed eager to get out of there, despite the fact that he’d taken the time to help Syveris up after the wind knocked that clothes rack into her... It had been very windy that day but it must have been a coincidence because nothing else fit. ”I wouldn’t have thought it was him either but I never would of remembered him at all if you hadn’t brought him up. But you’re right, it can’t be him. You didn’t do anything for him and I was there with you too and I wasn’t accused, remember?” the huntress explained. She continued to frown in thought however. ”If you don’t remember anyone else who stuck out though, could it be him? Maybe it was something that helped him in a way that we can’t understand. Maybe not something obvious. The winds blew really sharply right before he arrived and you got knocked over, remember? He helped you up and gave you money and then he gave me money. Could he have taken something off you when he helped you up? Stole something from you, I mean.”
