"So, I'll ask yes-or-no questions to try and paint a picture. How long was it
\ between you've escaped and we met? A day?" -- no.

"More?" -- no.

"Less?" -- well, aren't you thorough.

"Did you escape alone?" -- I shrug.

"The place you've escaped from, is it a settlement?" -- no.

"A camp?" -- no.

...

"Umm, was it like a slave caravan?" -- oh fuck, he thinks I'm an escaped slave.
\ I shake my head with energy.

"Calm down, I understand you don't want to talk about it, but I need
\ information." -- double fuck. I shake my head violently and kick the wall.
\ How the hell do I explain myself now?

"Are you mute because of them?" -- motherfucker!

I frantically look around. Nothing. I drop my head in despair. Oh.

I start writing letters with my hoof.

"E. F. G. Alphabet?" -- bingo.

N
O
T
S
L
A
V
E

"So you are not a slave? Theeeen where did you escape from?"

S
H
E
L
T
E
R

It's not that easy, [[my leg is already slightly tired.|next]]

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