Dougy’s POV
“Who is there?” I had asked gently at the huddled figure in the darkest corner of the cell. Only I get no answer. Whomever it is must be scared of me. That is completely understandable, but I don’t really have time for games today, though, and I have a tough time keeping myself calm. “I know you’re in there. Speak to me! I promise I mean you no harm.”
I realize suddenly that the person may not understand me. The rogues I had found in the forest had been Norwegian, French, and Russian, after all. I think quickly to what languages I should try since without hearing the person speak I can have no idea where they are from or what language they speak, can I? Or perhaps they cannot speak at all? That is also a possibility, however unlikely.
But then the huddled figure
