"Something isn't right here."
I look around, at the empty beach, and so does Thessen.
We are both sensitive to mana, and we can both feel how slowly it is moving around us.
After feasting last night, the people of Drummand gained a bit of understanding of me.
Do what I say and you will be fed, don't and you will be punished.
Those who wrote down the alphabet repeatedly were given plenty of food, enough to feed three or four people, creating a hierarchy as those who got more food were coddled up.
The handful that ignored my words and didn't try to learn the alphabet were left out of the feast, gazing longingly at the meat, soup, and fresh fruits being consumed over the three outdoor fires.
Some of them even begged for scraps, only to be denied.
In the morning I escorted everyone to the port guided by Sera, we were going to use one of the many rivers to sail into Kiti-Gara, saving us days of travel.
