Dragon Weather
“Although he appeared to speak Arlian’s native tongue fluently it took some time before Arlian was able to make his intentions clear.
“I have come to Arithei to find the family of a man named Hathet,” Arlian repeated, as the two of them stood by the trough where Arlian’s oxen were placidly drinking.
“I know of no one named Hathet in the House of Slihar,” the interpreter said.
That was an improvement over his first two replies, but still not very satisfactory. Did that mean that Hathet had been l...ying after all, and had not come from Arithei? Or did it mean that this interpreter was too young to remember the old man? Or did it merely mean that there was still some sort of confusion about what Arlian wanted?
Arlian sighed and looked around at the crowd surrounding them, wishing somebody else here could speak Man’s Tongue. Evidently no one else did, and he had to make do with what he had. “What is the House of Slihar?” he asked. “Is that the name of this town?”
“No, no,”MoreLess
“I have come to Arithei to find the family of a man named Hathet,” Arlian repeated, as the two of them stood by the trough where Arlian’s oxen were placidly drinking.
“I know of no one named Hathet in the House of Slihar,” the interpreter said.
That was an improvement over his first two replies, but still not very satisfactory. Did that mean that Hathet had been l...ying after all, and had not come from Arithei? Or did it mean that this interpreter was too young to remember the old man? Or did it merely mean that there was still some sort of confusion about what Arlian wanted?
Arlian sighed and looked around at the crowd surrounding them, wishing somebody else here could speak Man’s Tongue. Evidently no one else did, and he had to make do with what he had. “What is the House of Slihar?” he asked. “Is that the name of this town?”
“No, no,”MoreLess
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