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Jane accepted the waterskin from the guard beside Regulator Ishmael. She already had it in mind that she'd slurp on it annoyingly once they got going on their walk outside the Kingdom—just to help ensure that, if she ever had to come back and try again, she'd likely get denied once more. "Maybe...

I'm not exactly a fan of pain. Good. Jane hated masochists. They ruined everything for her. These days, of course, this didn't matter much, what with being kept busy by Astra's ceaseless parade of "go here and do that". She would almost rather deal with Astra's bul...beautifully important and...

"They'll give you shit for that pristine, boyish face of yours," Jane said. Guillotiners had nothing if not coarse tongues. They gave Jane shit for the heels on her sabatons (not even her fault), for her "big floppy milk bags", for her dry Cerak accent and for her backwater, copper-costin'...

"Huh. So it's like...snow sailing," came Jane's summary of this mysterious pastime, 'skiing'. A rough comparison, even by her own reckoning, but it was the way she was able to conceptualize it. What did grab her attention with a keen and special interest was Nacht describing "shoes with blades...

Do you really want to— "Yes," Jane said, making the almighty effort to smile a smile that would at least appear genuine. Any other answer than the one she gave, any thought to the contrary, would have prompted a reset so hard she might well have forgotten what day it was. If there was one...

They did have some time to kill. "Sure," she said, lazily rolling her head over to look at him as she began. "My mother was a whore in Cerak At'Thul, and she abandoned me on the streets. Lucky me, some slavers found me—free merchandise. So I was raised to work for my new master, the Eunuch...

"And thanks be upon you on behalf of Gild, for respecting our laws and our customs," said Mustafa to Nacht, spreading his hands in a gracious gesture. With Nacht having spoken the purpose for his visit, Mustafa turned his attention back to Jane, asking, "As for you, Jane? What is the purpose of...

Jane smiled. "I'm a good girl. I'm on my best behavior." Back to that hypothetical apple: if she had eaten it, now it'd be soaring back up her throat like a crossbow bolt in flight and her vomit, in projectile form, might've reached the back of their dwarven escort's head. Yeah, that's how sick...

Damn, they didn't just turn them both around right at the gate. Oh, um, yay. That's what she meant. Yay. Nacht didn't look too pleased with her cavalier answer, from what she could tell from a sidelong glance, but all was well that ended well, right? "Right. Follow me," said the dwarven guard...

Jane jerked a thumb Nacht's way. "Same as him for me. Clemency," she said to ogre guard. The ogre and the dwarf shared glances, an inevitable degree of tension carried in the gazes of each. The very mention of the word, Clemency, came with the obvious conclusion: that before them stood two...

Jane watched the display, listened to him speak, and held her tongue. She could not say the things she wanted to say, couldn't even so much as think them. When they tried to arise in her mind she had to bat them away. It was agonizing, having to focus this much on reining in her true self—the...

"Hmm. Chores and jobs," Jane mused. Yeah, that was on the mark. The comment of none of 'em are fun was also on the mark. Summed up how she felt in language that was more or less safe to think about, because she couldn't think or say how she really felt. But such was her life after the Redeemer...

Astenvale. Also never heard of it. It was in the Valen Wilds, so Nacht said, but Jane wouldn't be able to tell anyone how close or how far it was in relation to her favorite haunt of Guillotine. Just so long as he wasn't from Thagretis—she didn't quite get along with the locals during her first...

The cat growled at her, that little shit. Jane, in general, didn't like animals. There were some rare exceptions, of course. Like that one saltwater crocodile back in Cerak At'Thul. All of the Eunuch's slaves had generic names assigned to them: ones like Michael and Michelle, Samuel and...

"Because I like being told 'no.'" Now that was a lie if ever her dirty, lying mouth ever told one. Except, in this very specific case, she actually wanted to be told no. Sorry, so sorry, Astra, can't do that thing you wanted me to do in Gild, the Gildans won't let me, now why don't you go shove...