"Are you a Solancian, Nella?" Quinton would test me on the road, whether intentionally or otherwise.
"Yes, but I came to Huma when I was 13. I don't have any family either. I have more friends in Huma instead." I deliberately let slip a hint of Solancian accent mixed with my carefully polished Humian.
That way, perhaps Quinton might let down his guard around me.
He smiled and nodded. "All Solacian women are tall and beautiful. I like Solacian women the best."
I smiled naively. "Thank you, Quinton."
However, I was scoffing deep down. He liked Solacian women the best because they were kind-hearted. That was why most of the missing persons were from Solance.
"This road crosses a desolate area, and it's very dangerous. We could lose our lives if something goes wrong, Aren't you afraid?" Quinton asked.
