A plan

We have walked into a lizard's den and I am expected to save everyone. Not just the people who are here now, not just the people of this town, but the people of the entire area.
 
Vee says not to think about keeping a promise to someone who has extracted it from me. It is not a promise worth keeping.
And what is the worth of a promise?
Va-t-il garder les gens en vie ou les tuer?
Am I sentencing people to death by keeping that promise?
 
We sit here in front of their leader. She is intelligent, and she was bored when we walked in.
Now we are being fed.
Ça a un goût de merde.
In this, at least, I can make Maman proud.
I ate it. And did not throw it up.
Lucas loves it all. He is strange, though. Un soldat.
 
Maybe soldiers eat crap like this.
 
Of course he can have a good time. He doesn't have to think about saving people.
 
Grandmère, I wish I were as good at talking to important people as you.
Do you get scared by it?
Do you know the elf who taught her to speak common? Am I being rude by not speaking to her in her language? It would be more dangerous, I think, to cast a spell to speak in their tongue. They do not know, right now, that I am anything more than a girl.
 
Perhaps in future it is best if I keep it that way.
 
I do not know who is after us, but it is enough that I am a Donadieu without becoming a threat.
 
 
Je suis si fatigué.