Eda returns after a few minutes carrying plates of food. "Here y'are."
"Thanks." They both say. "Do you know when we have to go explain everything? Or who we're explaining it to?" Tasha asks.
"You're most welcome." Eda frowns. "Listen, if the Hand wants t'talk t'you, they can come 'ere. An' if you don' want t'talk t'them, Randel can take care o' it."
"Thanks." They both say. "Do you know when we have to go explain everything? Or who we're explaining it to?" Tasha asks.
"You're most welcome." Eda frowns. "Listen, if the Hand wants t'talk t'you, they can come 'ere. An' if you don' want t'talk t'them, Randel can take care o' it."
"Well, I'd rather not explain all this to anyone... But, Blake will push until he gets a trial. I'm stuck." *Tasha stirs food distractedly*
"You're most welcome." Eda frowns. "Listen, if the Hand wants t'talk t'you, they can come 'ere. An' if you don' want t'talk t'them, Randel can take care o' it."
"Well, I'd rather not explain all this to anyone... But, Blake will push until he gets a trial. I'm stuck." *Tasha stirs food distractedly*
"I'm sure you'll figure somethin' out," Eda says with a comforting smile.
Around midmorning, five people arrive at his cell. Two of them he recognizes: the woman called Planted, who brought him here, and the man named Suero, who brings a tray of food that he sets in the cell. The three others are unfamiliar: a bulky, thick-necked orcish man; a slender woman with a slow, awkward gait; and a tall, dark-bearded man with an iron cap covering a stump where his left hand should be. "So, this is our prisoner," says this final man. "I was told that you wanted to speak to someone regarding the events that brought you here."
Around midmorning, five people arrive at his cell. Two of them he recognizes: the woman called Planted, who brought him here, and the man named Suero, who brings a tray of food that he sets in the cell. The three others are unfamiliar: a bulky, thick-necked orcish man; a slender woman with a slow, awkward gait; and a tall, dark-bearded man with an iron cap covering a stump where his left hand should be. "So, this is our prisoner," says this final man. "I was told that you wanted to speak to someone regarding the events that brought you here."
Around midmorning, five people arrive at his cell. Two of them he recognizes: the woman called Planted, who brought him here, and the man named Suero, who brings a tray of food that he sets in the cell. The three others are unfamiliar: a bulky, thick-necked orcish man; a slender woman with a slow, awkward gait; and a tall, dark-bearded man with an iron cap covering a stump where his left hand should be. "So, this is our prisoner," says this final man. "I was told that you wanted to speak to someone regarding the events that brought you here."
