"What's a Pookie thing"?
I shrug, not knowing how to describe how bad I want that old man dead.
If I could have his head and an ice cold soda with three buckets of sugar.
My eyes glaze over.
"So you know how to break runes" Jana asks while turning her head around.
Only speaking when we have the crops and grass around us.
Her eyes drilling a hole into my nose when she looks at me.
She makes sure not to look me in the eye.
"No, are there food fires here"?
"Taverns..." she looks at me with a sneer wondering if I am trying to confuse her with my verbiage.
"You're overthinking it, I just don't know how you call things here, a lot of words rhyme".
"We have reasons for that.. what does your father do"? she asks me.
"My father was a bard my lady", technically my old man sang a few songs on people to the feds.
