“There’s sheep?” He gave her a fixed look. “Do the sheep in your land attack travelers?” Is he joking? It seems like he must be joking … Sarkis’s face was so grim and the scar through his eyebrow made him look so stern that she couldn’t be sure. “Yes,” she said. “Constantly. I’m surprised we haven’t been set upon by attack sheep already.” He did not crack a smile. “Of course they don’t! They’re sheep!” His lips twitched.
