would you ask...
Enyd's safety? What in the World is he talking about. You nod,
feigning concern and knowledge. "Yes, that I am, Jalin. I'm
terribly concerned."
"I think we're all concerned," says Loria, looking out the
open window. "The Enyd used to be such good friends of ours. Too
bad they turned against us."
"Turned against us?"
"Aye," Jalin looks at you suspiciously, "that they did.
When they stole our princess, Napiah. Oh, she was lovely..." His
eyes grow dreamy.
"What did she look like?"
He stiffens. "She looked like...
that question? Are you concerned for the Enyd's safety?"
