“Well, Nicolai, while you figure out which answer she means, I’ll grab something for the rest of us. Miklos, you might want to check the other cupboard?” Saeth returned to the pantry, grabbing a large wicker bowl of the dried fruits. They’d do well for a handful of warriors looking for a quick meal.
“Where are you from Ashira? And what was your task here?” Nicolai asked as kindly as he could. “We’ll make sure that you are returned to your home if that is what you wish. And do you know of any others in the castle?”
“I am Dentiata’s servant. The only others in the tower are his orcish guard… What…what has happened? Is he dead?”