[ This time, Damris doesn't have to be coaxed into answering. One gets the impression that it's a rare opportunity to speak poorly about his master without being flayed alive for it.
"Oh, he's been fuming about it for a while now. Finally, something that would let him walk under the sun, and then..." Another sharp huff, derisive. "Like I said, a hag. Alkam's been furious, raving all night about how he spent all this time trying to be the most important entity in this city, and having it be ruined by one damnable creature..."
The hysterical babbling starts to slow down, making way for tired resignation and the resurfacing of what seems to be latent, inexorable fear.
"Hags and covens and plane-walking. I didn't understand half of it. I was in too much pain half the time to parse it all, but I know that all the thralls that Alkam sent to that cursed shop never returned."
This is where Iorveth realizes, oh, like, an actual hag. Ethel and her grotesque menagerie come to mind, and he wrinkles his nose. ]
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"Oh, he's been fuming about it for a while now. Finally, something that would let him walk under the sun, and then..." Another sharp huff, derisive. "Like I said, a hag. Alkam's been furious, raving all night about how he spent all this time trying to be the most important entity in this city, and having it be ruined by one damnable creature..."
The hysterical babbling starts to slow down, making way for tired resignation and the resurfacing of what seems to be latent, inexorable fear.
"Hags and covens and plane-walking. I didn't understand half of it. I was in too much pain half the time to parse it all, but I know that all the thralls that Alkam sent to that cursed shop never returned."
This is where Iorveth realizes, oh, like, an actual hag. Ethel and her grotesque menagerie come to mind, and he wrinkles his nose. ]
Wonderful. So the crone wasn't just senile.