29 VII (?)
I Become a Lot More Confused.
Also, Everyone Dies.
Meri approached me with a steaming mug of cayluch in one hand and a plate of some kind of fluffy bread in the other, and handed both to me. I noticed that the table had replenished itself since our last attack upon it.
When I had got halfway down the food, a tiny pot of something pink and glistening appeared on my plate.
I tasted it. Nara fruit preserves, tangy and sweet.
Meriall paused in her enjoyment of a stack of pastries and eyed the little pot. ‘So,’ she said. ‘You know the person in charge of this little party.’
‘Uhh. Not to my knowledge, no. Why do you say that?’
She nodded meaningfully at the preserves. ‘Somebody seems eager to please you. And couldn’t comply quickly enough with Pense’s demands yesterday.’ She t
