Zorn took a sip from his jar.
“How did they use it on you?”
“My last name is Fickerald, but they called me Fucktardal.”
Topher suddenly felt horrible. As strange as the woman was, he hated bullies, and she’d obviously suffered more than one in her past, and he had reminded her of it, before, when he threatened to call her by her last name. He put his jar on the ground and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees.
“What can we do for you, Saanvi?”
“I made a report of the damages and casualties, Mayor.”
“You didn’t have to do that.”
“Right now I’ve counted thirty-seven injured and two dead. Six of the cars are destroyed, and we’ll have to replace almost all the tires. But the animals are safe, and our supplies and civilians.”
Topher gaped.
“Only two dead? Are you sure? I coul
