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T'Shara
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For a brief moment, Zaiabel considered lying. But there was no point, not when her captor could read her mind. "I can travel," she replied honestly, if ruefully. "but my body and magic are still not back to full strength." For now, all she could do was to comply, at least until she learned more about this spell, and about how to break it. The idea of binding another lifeform to her had always been abhorrent, and it was such rare and ancient magic that she had never explored it even for academic reasons. Only the University of Summerlet would have books such as those.
She packed up her belongings and took another swig of water from her flask, before filling it up for the journey. As she walked back, she was eating some more dried meat. Zaia was no glutton. In fact usually she was rather austere in her eating habits. But she was well aware she would need to keep up her strength, and that her body needed copious calories and nutrients after that previous exertion.
"What is your name, Warlord?" she asked calmly as she picked up her travel bag. Her eyes turned up to meet the those of the formidable warrior. "What am I to call you, besides 'slaver', 'murderer', or 'torturer,' that is."
She packed up her belongings and took another swig of water from her flask, before filling it up for the journey. As she walked back, she was eating some more dried meat. Zaia was no glutton. In fact usually she was rather austere in her eating habits. But she was well aware she would need to keep up her strength, and that her body needed copious calories and nutrients after that previous exertion.
"What is your name, Warlord?" she asked calmly as she picked up her travel bag. Her eyes turned up to meet the those of the formidable warrior. "What am I to call you, besides 'slaver', 'murderer', or 'torturer,' that is."