“ Such renown does him credit.” Vaelin Al Sorna smiled. “The water barrel?”
“ It’s there. You can have one gourd a day each, no more. My crew won’t go short for the likes of you two. You can get food from the galley, if you don’t mind eating with scum like us.”
“ No doubt I’ve eaten with worse. If you need an extra man at the oars I am at your disposal.”
“ Rowed before have you?”
“ Once.”
The captain grunted, “We’ll manage.” He turned to go, muttering over his shoulder, “We sail within the hour, stay out of the way until we clear the harbour.”
“ Island savage!” I fumed unpacking my belongings, laying out my quills and ink. I checked there were no rats lurking under my bedroll before sitting down to compose a letter to the Emperor. I intended to let him know the full extent of this insult. “He’ll find no berth in an Alpiran harbour again, mark you.”
Vaelin Al Sorna sat down, resting his back against the hull. “You speak my language?” he asked, slipping into the Northern tongue.
“ I study languages,” I replied in kind. “I can speak the seven major tongues of the Empire fluently and communicate in five more.”
“ Impressive. Do you know the Seordah language?”
I looked up from my parchment. “Seordah?”
“ The Seordah Sil of the great northern forest. You’ve heard of them?”
“ My knowledge of northern savages is far from comprehensive. As yet I see little reason to complete it.”