“Ron-dee...?  You mean you’ll see me at dinner?”  Amuné didn’t recognize the word, but she made a guess as to its meaning.  “I would like that.”  She would definitely look forward to it.  But the rest of what Cain said made little sense, and her confusion was apparent.  “No, I’m not sure what you’re talking about,” she answered, shaking her head.  “Why would I be asked?  Selected for what?  Nothing like that happened....”  The child trailed off as she came to an unpleasant conclusion.  “...Are you asking me to lie?”  She met his gaze, judgement and disapproval showing on her face.  “I -- aaah!”

They’d just passed the corner of a building that seemed to be where a number of the guard staff stayed, and suddenly a man in well-made but informal attire stepped out and scooped the girl off the ground, slinging her over her shoulder.  Amuné shrieked and flailed at him, but her initial fright turned quickly into irritation.  “Put me /down/, you oaf!”
“Nae, lass, if ye run off and dinnae show when yer expected, then practice has ta come t’ you.  You want down, use what ye been taught!”

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