““You seem a little young.” He rested his elbows on his thighs. “I’ve heard some rather fascinating stories about you. How do you find Endovier after living in such excess in Rifthold?” Arrogant ass. “I couldn’t be happier,” she crooned as her jagged nails cut into her palms. “After a year, you seem to be more or less alive. I wonder how that’s possible when the average life expectancy in these mines is a month.””
