DAMNED IF I YIELD AT THE END OF THE CHASE
Northaven. She'd heard whisperings of the place before. It didn't seem anyone had any fondness for it, so she supposed it made sense they might try to come over here (she still severely doubted these stories of accidental portals).
Sipping at her drink, bitter but with an undercurrent of sweetness that she liked, Min wondered if there had been alcohol in Ronin's land. It was a silly thought, born of just curiosity and nothing else, so she did not voice it. She did not see the point in giving sound to questions that would not further her goal of finding about his motives.
"Oppressive? How?" Min narrowed her eyes, unsure of Ronin's meaning. If he was a true, good man then he likely meant real oppression; but a part of her assumed he must be a criminal who was referring to the true and proper law in his home town. In her experience, people who were prone to crimes and lies never saw issues as their own fault.
"Do you find it less oppressive here?"
MIN
