“Do any of us really?”
The girl chuckled a little at that. “Name’s Mora, by the way. Mora Redfield. I’m sure you think it’s polite or something to exchange names when speaking to people,” she said.
“I do, because it is,” Alara replied in earnest.
“I thought as much. So, Alara, the polite young lady without a family name, where do you come from?”
“Brigsben, it is a ways to south of the capital along the Straight Road.”.
“I’ve heard of it. You grow sugarcane there, don’t you?” Mora asked, deftly tucking her knife into the sleeve of her kirnskin coat with a flick of her fingers. The white leather of the coat was stained with red where it should have been brown, marking it as having come from a wild kirn. “Sugarcane and king’s trees, if I remember right.”
“You have it right. We also grow
