Alpine Lake Seeking

He smirked at her attempt to repeat his language. It was interesting to be in a land where no one knew his language — never even heard of it — and he loved to teach them. While he smiled and laughed, entertaining the young woman with his words and his interest in her pack, he stole glances to her slightly rounded belly. He made calculations in his mind, wondering how far along she was, how many she carried, what he could do to them if he gave her the right herbs.

He broke from his increasingly spiralling thoughts to don a confused, yet interested, mask at the foreign words she spoke. While they both shared a common tongue, they each possessed a language that was unknown to the other. Ekar-Aji. Eshamun. Molech. His brow furrowed. I 'ave not heard of zhis...Molek? Ist zat 'ow you said it? He had no interest in religion, though magic was a totally different field. If he had to feign interest in this Molech, so be it. I vould be willink to meet your Eshamun, 'owever.