“Is someone going to tell me what’s going on?” I asked them.
“Come, Lass.” Mardichi wrapped his large, muscled arm about my shoulders and turned me toward the hut. “Let’s have some ale.”
“How about I go to the next house.” Sebastian nodded in that direction. “And see if I can purchase you a real dress.”
Mardichi snorted.
Clearly not approving that idea.
He likes me running about naked.
Sebastian was already strolling off in the opposite direction.
Mardichi led me inside. “Don’t listen to everything he says.”
“He says you can’t keep me?” I asked softly. “Why?”
Mardichi opened a cupboard and pulled out a wooden cup. Popping the cork from a strange cask with square markings and pouring himself a glass and then me one.
I lifted it and swirled the strange brown liquid. The sme
