“No one knows much about her, but what I do know inclines me to believe that you would find her interesting,” Palamedes answers, full of nerd facts even under such unusual circumstances.
He pulls back, still beaming, and points to her sword. “You’re probably looking for that. Cam says she didn’t touch it, which honestly speaks to her miraculous level of restraint. Do you know how long it’s been since either of us saw a sword?”
But this isn’t the time for smalltalk, and Valdis is looking for answers. “First things first: we’re on a ship called Mount Ida, crewed by a paramilitary cell belonging to the anti-imperial terrorist organization Blood of Eden. Camilla has been a prisoner here, or something like it, for about a year. They still don’t trust her—which is fair, honestly, the feeling is mutual—but we have proven to be useful enough that they are no longer keeping her chained up.”
A dark smile flickers on his lips and his eyes briefly harden. Despite his light tone, the young man is furious about what happened to his cavalier in his absence.
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He pulls back, still beaming, and points to her sword. “You’re probably looking for that. Cam says she didn’t touch it, which honestly speaks to her miraculous level of restraint. Do you know how long it’s been since either of us saw a sword?”
But this isn’t the time for smalltalk, and Valdis is looking for answers. “First things first: we’re on a ship called Mount Ida, crewed by a paramilitary cell belonging to the anti-imperial terrorist organization Blood of Eden. Camilla has been a prisoner here, or something like it, for about a year. They still don’t trust her—which is fair, honestly, the feeling is mutual—but we have proven to be useful enough that they are no longer keeping her chained up.”
A dark smile flickers on his lips and his eyes briefly harden. Despite his light tone, the young man is furious about what happened to his cavalier in his absence.