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He could see that Cicero was thinking on what he had reported — that Cicero was taking him seriously — and was thus encouraged to continue.

"What's a moonspear? He said that word... um," Euron closed his eyes again, resuming his intense concentration as he replayed the memories. "Mother said there are important things here." His jaw shifted and he hummed. It was difficult to report, he found, when you did not understand what you had heard. "But she said not wolves. But there are wolves here so she is wrong," Euron snorted. What did she think they all were if not wolves? "She said she will not let them... err... something... revenge... it's just her and they hate us and would not fly for him to accept one rank."

Euron exhaled loudly. It was exhausting trying to recall what he heard and trying to understand it all at once. It never made sense then and it was making less sense now. He continued, but not without offering Cicero an uncertain and apologetic glance. He wanted to do good and was not sure he was.

"So then he asked if she was listening. Said things won't be safe and that he does not shit." Euron bit his lip and tried not to grin, but he did, and he tittered a quiet hee hee before he continued. He may not have understood what a shitbag was but he knew what shit itself was. He had one almost every day.

He squeezed his eyes shut again. "He said something about... Drag... head.. hawk-era? Um...The ladder has been hated a long time." Euron paused a moment, sorting through his memory. "He said mother is his friend and he wants her safe and that they accept the daughters. He wants them safe too."