Any other ideas?

Oh, was that a threat? She glanced over at the healer, not quite meeting his eyes. But with a hint of… amusement. Was the healer growing a backbone? It would be harder to get under his skin if he did. Perhaps he was growing calluses against her nature.

They started to leave the den, and Oleander showed her their destination. Pointing to a large stone that sat in the middle of the Col. she squinted, looking at the pale object. How fancy she thought. She was pretty sure half her masters couldn’t read either, and if they had a fancy rules rock, they’d probably have just pissed on it. Ohhh…. There was an idea… how much trouble would she get into…

“Excellent, Lord Oleander. I love rules.” She said as they approached. If he expected her to read them, they were going to be there a while.


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