[ What is he getting himself into. Except the truth can’t be any worse than an Orlesian’s preconceptions of forthright barbarian farmers, which he already decided he could handle. It’s only a joke.
Then he shifts and wriggles and leans back against Byerly’s chest and shoulder, and he goes on more seriously. ]
Your work—
[ It’s the sort of question he feels like he should already know the answer to, at this point, but also one he’s still worried he shouldn’t ask. ]
You were spying on your countrymen, weren’t you? Not only foreigners and all of that.
no subject
Oh no.
[ What is he getting himself into. Except the truth can’t be any worse than an Orlesian’s preconceptions of forthright barbarian farmers, which he already decided he could handle. It’s only a joke.
Then he shifts and wriggles and leans back against Byerly’s chest and shoulder, and he goes on more seriously. ]
Your work—
[ It’s the sort of question he feels like he should already know the answer to, at this point, but also one he’s still worried he shouldn’t ask. ]
You were spying on your countrymen, weren’t you? Not only foreigners and all of that.