Klavian Miroton
"I am Klavian, I need to ask you a few questions, if I like your answers, there is a chance you will become a free person."
"I am only a child, I am harmless, enslaved from birth!"
"My Patron is sensitive to such things, but I don't want to promise... One shouldn't promise what one can't guarantee, especially to a child..."
Sniffle. "I understand, your honesty does you credit. What do you want to know?"
"I'm told you are descended from a god?"
"Yes, I am Handsome Ashav's grand-daughter."
"I see his features in your face..."
"You've met him?" Her voice was a child's purest innocence, made into enthusiasm.
"Yes, but not a pleasant meeting, let's not talk about that."
"Oh."
"Can you count?"
"Up to ten. My adoptive mother insisted!"
"And can you read?"
"I know my letters, although, it's difficult to make out words..."
"You're how old? Twelve?"
"Six."
"But you're so tall!"
"Yes, but I'm the same size my mother was at my age, being a god-child means you grow physically fast, sometimes."
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