Dawnlark Plains why men great 'til they gotta be great?

Young fool. He stumbled over his words and she gained pleasure from it: schadenfreude. Still, she didn't let it show over her face, which was much like stone as he spoke. She wasn't interested in any of his thoughts. Those were likely of no use to her.

Your name? Artemis queried in a firm tone, staring imperiously at the boy. Your place? She might as well learn some of the local geography and politics while she was here, even if she wasn't here for very long.