Smartmouthed

Ollie stopped short for a moment and tilted his head, "Birthing complications? No! No, Slaves!" He corrected before following Bas's suggestion of getting a cart. Where did they store the carts? He followed Basilisk's movements and helped gather things from the storeroom. "I didn't know we put them here." He muttered half to himself, half to the Warlord. He wasn't typically part of the hauling crew and he made Ignita put the cart away that one time getting the polar bear pelts.

Ollie continued from a little earlier as they gathered the materials. Might as well report on his slave project. Completely oblivious to the idea that Bas would have liked some time to process the difficult news of birthing complications.

"Vesper, the slave I found getting eaten by a bear. Has been feeling a lot better lately. Completely has me tied up in knots trying to figure her out!" He mentioned, shaking his head, "She's a run away for sure, thought the bear was some kind of penance for her crime, and she was not trained for... useful things. She taught me the word fuck and what it means. Threw me for a loop. Apparently, that was all her previous owners... Used her for." He said, again, shaking his head, flabbergasted that someone could be used like that.

"Speech"