Hm. [is that the gist? she folds her arms, sitting back and looking askance in thought.
a beat.] ...I see. Indentured labor. Well, I suppose that makes some bit of sense, doesn't it? [with a bit of a scoff:] Save our homes, indeed. From what, may I ask? [is there something going on with her home realm that she doesn't know?? she's a bit too arrogant to believe that much.]
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a beat.] ...I see. Indentured labor. Well, I suppose that makes some bit of sense, doesn't it? [with a bit of a scoff:] Save our homes, indeed. From what, may I ask? [is there something going on with her home realm that she doesn't know?? she's a bit too arrogant to believe that much.]