Ple-Sen
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After a moment of hesitation, Guion looks around. Making sure that no one else is nearby, he decides to speak.
“Since this Mindjin buffoon enjoys rummaging through other people’s undergarments, and it wasn’t difficult for you to put two and two together to figure out which ‘slave’ he was talking about, and I even gave myself away… 😅… it would be fair if I told you a little more. As you know, I was a soldier. My military career ended during an unsuccessful raid on a bandit fort. As far as I know, I was the only one who survived from our group. But I was only slightly luckier – I was sold into slavery in Lower Lunaria, from where Beata rescued me after a year and a half. That’s how we actually met. There are reasons why I’m not very comfortable in the company of dark Lunarians,” he said with an embarrassed smile.
“Yes, she ‘rescued’ him,” Beata thought to herself. “The poor guy just exchanged one mistress for a slightly less unhinged one.”
Guion subtly stepped on her foot to prevent her from correcting him.
“Well, yes, something like that,” she nodded.
“Losing a year and a half of your life like that… you’ve been through a lot. Thank you for sharing, Guion,” the Tanarian nodded briefly. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of here. And regarding the Lunarians…” she smiled softly, “…we’ll take that into account.”
After such stories, the inquisitor had the feeling that all of Welfern’s attention was focused on Margel, and the empire wasn’t paying much attention to its own regions – they were left to their own devices. At least, if you look at Lower Lunaria or the Kumari Islands. That’s how things like the Taissa incident happen. It was something to keep in mind for the future, if she ever went on a journey.