“I would ask you a question, da’lin.”
Sighing, Meryell glanced out of the corner of her eye at Solas, who had abruptly brought his horse up alongside her own. Feeling one of her ears flick in annoyance, she replied, “Sure, Chuckles. I suppose I can be fucking charitable today. What’s the question?”
“I have recently learned your last name is Verlen . I merely wonder why it is that you carry such a name.”
“You know what it means.”
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