[color=9e0b0f]"What? Mute!?"[/color] Sparhawk blinked in surprise. What had happened? Had she run into some trouble with the law before, or another pirate?
[color=9e0b0f]"...No, that is news to me. We parted ways before that happened."[/color] He told the elf.
[color=9e0b0f]"So to have you fulfill your obligation, she goes and steals a weasel and gets you into trouble as well. Poor show of thanks, Mira."[/color]
He considered the elf's debate for freedom.
[color=9e0b0f]"...Very well. If you--"[/color]
He was interrupted by the sound of another soldier's running footsteps approaching, and he turned his ear to listen.
"Sir! We've just recieved word from the noble house whose weasel was stolen from. They've decided to drop the charge, saying that the whole situation is too ridiculous to fuss over."
[color=9e0b0f]"Well on that, I think we all agree."[/color] Sparhawk replied.
There were a few derisive snorts of agreement.
[color=9e0b0f]"Well, it looks like you get to keep your weasel, Mira. Untie them and return the animal."[/color]
But an idea struck him then.
A blind man, a one-armed man, and a mute.
He stroked his chin in thought.
[color=9e0b0f]"How would you two like a chance to get your arm and your voice back? And your real voice, not the voice of a weasel."[/color]