"I trust Lothaire's judgment." "Tell me why you owe him so much." "Very well." Hag retrieved another beer, easily popping the top with her thumbnail. "If you serve Lothaire's interests, then how do you think it'll affect him once he realizes he killed his one and only Bride? You think he'd be pissed?" Hag's gaze flitted away. She'd answered that it was like scanning text in a book, but if done too often, the words would grow blurry. Why don't you oracle-up and find out for certain?" "You know I only have so many rolls a day." Ellie had asked Hag how bone-rolling worked. In any case, Lothaire despises mortals more than anyone I know." "Why?" "I won't say, and I don't suggest asking him." "But it is possible that I'm his. I'm thinking now of all the couples brought together this Accession and can't cite a single one with a human in the mix. Seeming to choose her words very carefully, Hag said, "Mortal mates are extremely rare for Loreans.
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