Something about him brought out a side of me I mostly kept subdued, for fear of the consequences. I’d always had a sharp tongue, but men, in particular, had always found a way of silencing it, either by a slap to the face, or flogging. As imposing and threatening as Zevander was, I didn’t feel the same fear in his presence. If anything, I felt emboldened. While he was doubtlessly capable of it, he didn’t strike me as a man who enjoyed unnecessary violence.
