08-22-2010, 08:06 AM
Roderick looked at Tess with a look that could have killed him where he stood. He opened his mouth to say something, but stopped when the Duchess intervened. He looked her up and down with mild distaste, then forced a sarcastic smile.
"Forgive me, madam, but if what you say is true, then how does my...," Roderick paused, looking over her head to the small elf once again. It seemed he was attempting to choose the right word. "My whore come into the mix?
Naerwen winced and frowned deeply at the word. She was no such thing, but it was his word against hers and she couldn't prove her innocence against him. She just stood there, gripping the tunic and holding it away from her own clothes. Roderick had bought those, too. If she soiled them, he'd be just as furious.
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