Book 6. Chapter 30: Conflicting stories
“You’re a Winterscar?” He asked, completely stunned. “As in a savage like you is related to the sword saint?”
“Looks like I’m famous.” I said with a bit of well earned smug satisfaction.
“Your House is.” He said. “You aren’t. If you even are a Winterscar. What is your relation to the sword saint?”
Well, that was new. First time I’ve told my name to someone and they didn’t believe me. Don’t know how I felt about that. “She’s my older sister.”
He looked like a fish, mouth open slightly as if he had a few more questions and no idea which to ask first. “Why are you even defending the cultists in the first place if you’re a Winterscar? They were the enemy, they destroyed Capra’Nor. The same city she fought for.”
I took a double take at that. “What? The Chosen didn’t destroy the city, you smoking frostbloom instead of boiling it?”
“No, you dense bastard--”
“Whoa, language.” I said, giving him a quick flick to his forehead. “Dirty surface savage is perfectly polite, let’s keep it civilized here.”
He growled, shaking his head since he couldn’t easily swat my hand away. “Did you not see the fucking city? It’s in ruins, looted to the ground, not even the bodies could be found.”