"Do you really speak her language?" I overheard Kayson inquire of the peculiar man who exuded the scent of books and dirt.
"We'll see" ,He spoke back. "There are a few languages, so hopefully, she knows one of the three I understand."
"How many languages were there?" Kayson asked the man as he sat beside me, but I didn't like his proximity, so feeling uncomfortable with his closeness, I shifted to sit closer to Kayson.
"I believe there are around 8 in total." He spoke again, before looking at me.
"Ka, tamarin shay na." He said, but I frowned at him. What did he just say? It sounded familiar, more familiar than anything the others had said to me, but I still didn't understand.
"Okay, she doesn't speak that one." The man spoke to Kayson again, before once again shifting back to me. "Mal
