Dragoncrest Cliffs i'm not crying. you're not crying, are you?

Somebody let you in? he asked incredulously, jerking his chin at the borders. So I'm supposed to believe that you're just. . .here? For real? And then she began to speak in her own language, a jest in her voice, and he groaned, rolling his eyes skyward. Not this song and dance again.

Can you please stop doing that? I swear to god, fanas, I have no qualms ripping your pretty tongue out and feeding the fish with it. Why do you keep speaking when you know I don't understand you?

Vercingetorix stopped, glaring down at her. Isn't that annoying? he asked sardonically. Can we be real, here? Who let you stay? H-- He clamped his mouth shut, waiting for her response instead. Anything he said could just as well be parroted back; he wanted to hear a name learned, rather than supplied.