inspired by @savegalkissy 's pyre au
The caravan lurches. Eyes snap towards him—no, the hybrid's ears are searching for him.
Robert holds the Book of Rites, as though it might shield him from Victor's scrutiny.
A rough voice growls from the kitchen, "I bet he's making all this shit up as he goes. He looks like too much of a bitch to be any more literate than the rest of us."
"Even if he is bullshitting his way through the Rites, we beat those clowns, yeah?" The girl sucking on pipeweed, the most agreeable of the trio, goes by Courtney.
Robert lowers the Book and straightens his posture, now that the odds feel closer to two-point-five to one, rather than three-to-one. "You guys do know you don't have to talk as if I'm not here, yeah?"
Victor scratches at the back of his ear. "Yeah, but it's funnier when you flinch."