"There are very few monsters within the Inner Circle, which is why civilization has thrived here." Meshua tucked the map away in her coat and tilted her head back to gaze up at the moons. "Honestly, I'd rather have to deal with monsters. People are worse."
"Worse?" Elwend said in astonishment. "How are people than monsters?"
"Because monsters you can kill and be done with," Rivveld murmured as she dissembled and cleaned out her blunderbuss. "People...you kill them, and more of them come after you. Sometimes with bigger weapons than before." She finished reassembling her gun, then held it up and sighted down the barrel. "People are complicated."
"And Palelanders are incredibly simple," Therin sniped as he returned with his pouch full of herbs. "What does that tell you?"
"That you're a petty siisha with a superiority complex?" Rivveld replied.
"Why you--" Therin's eyes flashed and he reached for his scimitar.
"Ah-ah-ahh," Meshua said, lighting her pipe. "Play nice, you two. Take it down a few notches."
Therin settled for glaring at Rivveld and Rivveld settled for ignoring him.
"'Siisha'?" Elwend murmured quietly to Meshua. The felid smiled.
"Not a pretty meaning, boy, and one you're better off not knowing. Now get some sleep. Long day ahead of us."
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