Page 7 of I Ran Away to Evil
Mastery:
2
Perks:
Sense Ally, Sense Lies, Calming Voice, Sense Motive, True Taste, Sense Ability, Inspire, Multitask, Quick Read, Resist Poison, Quick Step, Quick Draw, Force Thrust, Bludgeoning Cut, Harvest Kill, Sword Sense, Killing Intent, Aura Blade, Death Parry.
I also peeked at my logs to see if my [Resist Poison] was responding to the tea they’d served me.
[You have activated the Perk:Quick Step.]
[Quick Stepcooldown 00:00:12]
No poison, just a cooldown from my run here. I was ready as I’d ever be …
It had taken two hours, theentirelunch break, to find someone in charge. I’d felt terrible for wasting everyone’s time, so I’d offered to share my baking, my basket full with enough scones to go around.
We chatted while we ate, and everyone wasreallynice.
“This is excellent, Princesss.” Sithli, a lizardman with red-tinted scales and a long black ponytail, happily munched away at his bimbleberry scone. “I’d like a recipe for my kin in Kith Bog. My wife is with child, and often requestsss sconesss.”
“Unfortunately, I’ve been sent to fight King Keith and probably won’t make it back alive, but if Idosurvive, I’d love to visit your home!” I said, pleased that my baking was going over so well. “I’m not usually allowed in the kitchen at home, so I’ve never written down any of my recipes. I couldn’t have Mother find them, or I’d get punished for baking in my spare time.”
“That is unacceptable! Your mother punishesss you for baking in your ssspare time?” Chikli spoke over a mouthful of his own bimbleberry scone. He was larger than Sithli, with darker green scales and a short gray mohawk. His accent was less pronounced. “That is very disrespectful. It is your free time; you should be able to do with it what you will.”
“That’s right,” Sithli put in. “You shouldn’t follow ordersss from sssomeone who doesn’t respect you and your time.”
“But they are my parents,” I tried to explain. “I’m supposed to listen to my parents. I know in some of the other kingdoms, children come of age at sixteen, but in Drendil, it’s nineteen. They’re still my legal guardians!”
“That is barbaric,” Sithli said. “You mean to say that sssomeone can drink, join the army, or apprentice at a job, but they ssstill need a guardian?”
I nodded. “Anything that needs a signature: marriage, education, and career are all still controlled by my parents until my birthday this year.”
“And they say we are cruel for abandoning our young at twelve.” Chikli clicked his tongue. “Better to learn how to be responsible for yourself than to never make any important choicesss until you are old.”
