Amidst the students, Adam noticed Elliot. The boy sighed in relief, yet his worried frown didn't fade. Though he wanted to at least greet him, Teacher Diane loomed over him, her scarred lips curved like a dented knife. She tapped a slender finger on her crossed arms a little faster with each second crawling by.
Each tap drilled the question deeper into his silence. He had to answer. But what? The truth... wouldn't do, not without knowing what Rakhan and Rokhan had told her or Grum'Thal's next political move.
Politics, politics. He didn't care about it, but had understood something long ago: if you don't want to answer, keep things vague enough to make her believe you did.
He eventually shrugged. "I didn't do much, really. I toured the gorge, visited the orc villages, fought a couple in duels, then discovered Thaur'Gorath's bastions and collection of siege engines..." He pointed at Rakhan with a mischievous smirk. "And creepy shamans like this one."
