Esme.
" And the sword that Torin used, did you all suggest it to him," I asked, and this time, they all nodded guiltily.
" Look, Esme, we have known you for a while, and we know the things that can surely provoke you, and that sword happened to be one of them." He explained, his expression begging for understanding.
" Why then? Why did you do all that?" I asked, the confusion in my voice obvious. I didn't understand why they had to go through all that trouble, scheming, plotting, wasn't it too much?
For a person like me, who hated complicated things, and beating around the bushes, I even got a headache from imagining what they all went through to plot everything.
If there was anything they needed my help with, all they had to do was ask me, no?
" Because we wanted to get you ou
