“Are you cooking Rygun vegetable soup?” I mutter, wondering how I’m expected to see where I’m walking with my arms packed so full. “I’m making enough so we don’t have to stop at any villages before we reach Dhomm,” he tells me, dumping something that’s particularly hard to balance upon the pile and almost undoing me. “I’d prefer not to be seen with you if I can avoid it.” Fuck you, too, Kaan Vaegor. “I’m not particularly fond of being seen with you, either. Not unless I’m toting a pike with your head on the end.” He lumps another vegetable on the pile without shaking it off, dusting me in soil
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