I Am No Orphan!
You're still too scared to say anything. For all you know, it's one of Mizz Lizzie's nephews or henchmen tracking you down at last; she had threatened you more than once with their ugly fists, their hungry words, their terrible manhood...and despite yourself you still flinch.
Still, you're out of the fatal cold, and your bed is more than bare boards, which is more than you would expect from that tight-lipped crone. A glimpse to the right reveals a fire with a uniformed man warming something over it. Wherever you are, it's some kind of rugged shelter; the grim-looking man must have brought you here.
He's still looking at you, examining you. "I was beginning to get worried. You were beginning to get cold."
"...ah...anh...." You want to say "thank you" but it's still hard to move. Still, you try to sit up.
"Not yet, you're still thawing out. What were you doing out here anyway?"
Thoughts crowd your head. You know not to trust anybody but Selkirk, but you do owe this man your life.
Still, you're out of the fatal cold, and your bed is more than bare boards, which is more than you would expect from that tight-lipped crone. A glimpse to the right reveals a fire with a uniformed man warming something over it. Wherever you are, it's some kind of rugged shelter; the grim-looking man must have brought you here.
He's still looking at you, examining you. "I was beginning to get worried. You were beginning to get cold."
"...ah...anh...." You want to say "thank you" but it's still hard to move. Still, you try to sit up.
"Not yet, you're still thawing out. What were you doing out here anyway?"
Thoughts crowd your head. You know not to trust anybody but Selkirk, but you do owe this man your life.