“What language does he speak?” the wizard asks.
Well now. That’s an easy one. But you suppose that at this point in time, it might be tricky enough to count as a riddle.
“He speaks the language of nature,” you reply. “Also Common, if we’re not just being poetic here. Probably Kandrian, too, considering his accent.”
“That’s enough,” says the wizard. “I am satisfied.”
The serious-looking man looks you over.
“Can’t say I’m following your line of reasoning, Wiz.”
“He has the trust of the Rider,” the wizard replies calmly. The murmuring starts up again.
“That settles it,” the captain says suddenly. “Mr. Resk, I’ll leave the details up to you, but you are to act on this messenger’s reports.”
“What?” asks the serious-looking man, taken aback. “Now hold on a minute, what exactly do you mean?”
“You know full well why I’m captain, Mr. Resk. So let me be clear that if you don’t follow this order, it’s not merely me you’re disobeying.”
“Yes, sir,” Resk says. He sounds annoyed, but resigned. You wonder what that’s all about.
But before you can ask any questions to anyone, something happens.
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