Ankyra Sound like an egyptian

Spyridon immediately shrunk when she turned to face him. It was the only thing he knew how to do. When she spoke, his ears listened, but they did not understand. “Δεν μπορώ να καταλάβω την κοινή γλώσσα. Δεν επιτρέπεται για μένα να το γνωρίζουν.” His voice, as usual, was as smooth as ever, and laced with a formality that only consorts could ever hope to attain. True, he was the Epivitoras, but that only meant that he was required to work harder for the sisters, and he took blame for anything that should happen to the spawn, such as what had happened with Larus.

Perhaps he could have been of more use if he had known the common tongue, but it also made consorts a greater risk. They could communicate with outsiders, and the sisters of Hippo Tang had decided not to teach it for that reason. Instead, they restricted its use to only those who were brought in from the outside, and they were often used merely as translators for the consorts who did not know the outside language. The sisters, of course, had always been taught both.