name

Samantha

She could just lie about her name.

Wait, no, Roe couldn’t be illiterate, how would she be able to communicate at all? Was it only shrugging, nodding, flipping her bow-drawing finger? Presumably, then, she could just write out ‘her name is Samantha’ and hand it to him.

“My name is Samsara Day,” she said regardless.

“She would call her daughter that,” replied Hector.

Walking next to him, Roe nodded and tittered.

“Hey Roe, are you mute?” said Samantha.

“No,” said Roe.

She probably shouldn’t kill Roe, nor should she do anything that’s traceable to her. Maybe Roe’s awesome scarf will have accidentally flown off a cliff. Hopefully she had an emotional attachment to it.

Maybe she should kill her.

Maybe she should just kill everyone in the immediate vicinity, now, or at least bite them and gouge out their eyes, before she’s executed, and sent to some terrible afterlife, or her soul is just permanently destroyed. Eternal darkness. Seeing as to how everyone hates her. But what a waste of her non-stupidity, which seems to be lacked by oh-so-many. Why couldn’t it just be trivial, to tell everyone that they are all stupid, that they don’t know how to act, that they just need to be her slave and do everything she said, and it’d be alright.

“You’re a knave, Roe. A week.” Well, 6 days.

“I’ve spoken to you before. At the guild.”

“I don’t remember that.”

“I thought we were joking.” She turned to Hector, walking down the hall. “She thought I was mute.”