“Sure,” Frederica said. “Since I’m new here, what would you recommend?”
“Well, today’s special is grilled squid,” Illuyanka said. “We caught a fresh batch this morning.”
“Oh, that sounds good,” Frederica said. “I’ll have that.”
Illuyanka smiled and turned to Teth.
“And for you?”
“I… guess I’ll have the same,” Teth replied.
“Wonderful,” Illuyanka said. “I will be back with that shortly.”
She smiled and glided back into the kitchen. Teth just stared blankly after her.
“So you really didn’t know?” Frederica asked. “About her grandfather and stuff, I mean.”
He shook his head.
“Orna usually does most of the talking with her,” he said. “I… get nervous.”
“Well, this is your perfect opportunity to make a connection,” Frederica said. “You should ask her to give you lessons or something. Maybe you could be business partners; share the workload so you’re not leaving your sister completely shorthanded.”
“Why are you so concerned about what I do with my life?” Teth asked.
“I don’t know,” she replied. “I guess I’m just thinking that… maybe we were brought together for a reason. I don’t usually believe in that kind of thing, but if magic exists in this world, maybe fate does too.”
“You read too much of your… ‘fantasy’,” he said with a smirk.
“Maybe,” she said, chuckling. “But I—”
A chair flew across the room, shattering against the wall. A towering woman with ram’s horns and goat legs stomped over to the table of green-skinned women—orcs, Frederica guessed—and started shouting in a guttural language. One of the orcs rose and got into the satyr’s face, shouting back.