Lost little lamb

She giggled as he mentioned the Hallows, "I have a feeling that was a rather unusual turn of events." She had dove under Bas as soon as it became apparent it was no longer a peaceful junction.

"The end of Summer. Pick your place or serve your time, alright. Would we hold that tournament every six months then or just the end of winter every year?" She asked, another thought struck her, as they tend to, "What if the slaves stagnate and they don't pick up after another year? Do we kick them out?" Somehow the term we slipped into her vocabulary, unconsciously.

"Speech"