The Dragonborn Has No TongueMore Like This
"Did you not hear my Commander?" the Imperial squinted down at him. "Why do you have so many..." he pointed with his whip handle at Matt's bare arms and torso, splashed and spattered in white, healed-over scars.
"He can't speak, m'lord," Pinna said, affecting a Bruma accent. They'd stripped her to the waist as well, kneeling there beside him outside the Commanders tent, and found her sole cured burn, running from breast to hip. Vagon's kiss.
Her attempt at an accent was a good idea. He'd seen Nord's killed and worse by Imperials in his time, just for being too proud and too nordic at the wrong moment, and her imitation of a certain Bruma trader they'd both known was near to perfect.
"Oh, but he can smile can he?" the second-in-charge rounded back on him, face so close that Matt could smell his meady breath. "Can't talk but he can smile? I'll make you talk, you f-" he raised a fist to strike.
The Black Legend: Chapter 1More Like This
First there was peace, silence and darkness until sharp, violent pain erupted from her shoulder, spreading rapidly through the entire left side of her body. Consciousness wavered in and out as she rocked uncontrollably in something wooden, creaking loudly across the sound of crunching gravel. Hyascinthe briefly made out the image of a hooded figure and tried to understand the words he spoke futilely, but exhaustion and pain conquered her will and her vision went black once more.
When she came to, her eyes struggled to focus on the stone, grey walls and glowing candles. The arrow no longer lived in her shoulder and the pain was dulled down greatly. First she simply listened to the muffled voices of two men, her eyes wandering around the room, attempting to search for anything that she may need to defend herself with. She was unable to clearly hear the conversation occurring nearby and, figuring she was alone, she attempted to sit up from the bed.
The pain spread like fire from her shoul