If Stratagor Ziras doesn't kill me, my training program will!
Every day I wake up and go through the motions, but they've figured out that I'm not a Knight. I can't ride, I can't fight, I can't do magic, and worst of all, I can't see whatever it is...
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"You already look...surprisingly different from when we left you here," Dathid says when he picks me up for dinner.
"In a good way or a bad way?"
"If it was a bad way I wouldn't say anything."
I smile. Dathid thinks I look good. "You look different, too," I say. "Your hair is longer and you seem more relaxed."
He runs a hand over his dark hair and it sticks up for a second before flopping to the side. "Yeah, I might be. I'm pretty sure there's no longer a kill order hanging over my head. Now they're just rude."
I wince. I'm sorry I brought it up.
"Jonah's tied up with the council so it's just us for dinner. Do you have anywhere you would like to go?"
"I've only ever been to the place you and Jonah took me."
He takes a deep breath. "I hate elf food." He looks at me as if he just confessed something profound. When he doesn't get the reaction he was expecting he continues, "Would you mind if we went to this pub that caters to the hemots and the eurynomon? It's loud, but the food's good."
I don't know what an eurynomon is, but I think I like hemot food because I've been eating Trelix's cooking for a while now and it's good, so I agree.
We're early for dinner so the tiny pub is practically empty. Dathid pulls a table to the corner by the window.
"You scared me with your description, but so far it's nice," I say after we sit. "I like how bright it is. And that yellow paneling is so cheery. What's this place called?"
"Foervaldi," he says and then laughs. "I was about to translate it for you, but the first part is dirt. The second doesn't translate, but the closest I could get was floor."
"Well, it sounded pretty. You should've just lied."
"How about flowers? Dirt flowers?"
I shake my head as we run out of conversation.
"Do you know what you would like?" he asks, ending the silence.
Jonah usually orders for me because he knows about human foods and the stuff I enjoy. I wish someone over here would invent the menu. Dathid is an entirely different species. What if he orders insects or something grosser than that?
He smiles at me. "You look like you're going to be ill."
"Sorry. I don't know what to order."
"You seem to enjoy birds. And green leaves."
"Well, it sounds really disgusting when you put it like that."
He laughs. "Can I try to order you something? I think I can get it right."
