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Firian
Bard slid onto the bench next to Firian in the community dining room. “What did they do to you?” he asked. “Why weren’t you in the room last night?”
“I have to stay in Tiev’s room until the end of the week,” Firian muttered, not looking up from his food. Last night was awful. Neither of them had breached the icy silence. People were constantly knocking and coming in and going out, asking for things, playing a game of Indisfate… Even Rian came and knocked his drink over Firian’s blanket on the floor, obviously in a ploy to get on Tiev’s good side. The result was a clammy, miserable night and he didn’t want to talk about it.
“Because of the fight?” Bard continued, ripping a small loaf of bread and shoving a bite in his mouth.
Firian nodded.
Bard swallowed. “Have you heard any
