“VenDell, you want to come with? Maybe I could give you tips on your accent?” “Master Wayne,” he said, “I am an immortal kandra with hundreds of years’ experience doing impersonations.” “And you always sound snide and upper class,” Wayne said, “in every body I’ve seen you use. So … want some tips or not, mate?” “I …” He sighed. “Harmony did directly order me to be about this. Ugh. Field work is so distasteful. But I suppose I can’t say no.”
