The Dead Season: Chapter 57
Chapter 57: Oaths
Excerpt:
“You’ll man the grill,” said Rev, glancing his way. “Does that work for you?”
Solas nodded. “Certainly.”
“Are you the sort of man who can cook?”
"Am I the sort of man who can cook what?"
"You know what I mean."
“Cooking is just a component of math for me,” said Solas. “Therefore, yes."
“I hear you’re also an ancient elf and a mage of considerable power,” said Deshanna, point blank. He handed him a flute of champagne. “In addition to being a cook and a mathematician, of course. Is that true?”
Solas glanced around, but the room lacked all reaction. “It is.”
“Revasan told us this morning.”
“This morning?” said Solas. “How long have you all been awake?”
“Since like five,” said Terys. He was leaning back in his chair with his feet up on the table. He was peeling potatoes.
“Don’t look so miffed, Ser Solas,” said Ellas. “That’s just farmers.”
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