Death“And you say he’s self-aware?” Though Valence spoke to Jon, his green eyes studied me from my hooves to my horns. I stared ahead blankly, as though his gaze didn’t make my skin crawl.
“He is,” Jon replied. He looked at me over Valence’s shoulder, the enchanted light of the hallway flattening his features.
“How can you tell?”
“He can speak for himself.”
“That is hard to believe,” Valence said. “Though I have heard of orcs speaking broken English. I suppose even beasts are capable of some intelligence.”
“Chase is more intelligent than most people I know.” Jon’s voice betrayed no emotion.
“Really? A furry creature like this?”
“Please allow me the indulgence of a demonstration,” Jon said. “Chase, if you please?”
“The price of anything is determined by its demand and supply,” I int
