Inside the carriage, Berisha's eyes were wide open, yet she could not say a word.
"What's wrong with her?" Onyxia had not expected a casual remark from Deren to leave the Night Elf, who had been acting like she was at death's door moments ago, staring blankly without moving.
"She's filling in the blanks herself." Deren dropped the act and told the truth outright.
"Filling in the blanks?" The Black Dragon Companion knew the term, but looking at the elf's hollow eyes and limp limbs, like a doll that had been played with too hard, she found the elf's train of thought impossible to understand.
The two female dragons had no time to bother with her. Lezi Long pestered Deren for compensation again, leaving him no choice but to make up a story called The Rise and Fall of Three Empires, featuring Boss Cao, Shopkeeper Liu, and Manager Sun.
Though Deren was talking complete nonsense, Lezi Long listened with relish. The Black Dragon sat leaning against the table nearby, smiling as she watched her man.
Just as he was getting into it, the elf beside them suddenly cried out, "I understand! I understand!"
Deren and the other two looked at the elf who had suddenly spoken, then exchanged glances. None of them knew what this fellow had imagined, only that she had started repeating, "I understand!"
Lezi Long waved a hand, signaling Deren to keep going and ignore that crazy elf.
But before Deren could speak, Berisha lunged forward in a few strides and pounced in front of him. Excitedly, she said, "Deren, what you said just now makes sense. The Werewolf Curse does not affect Satyrs. Why is that? What does that mean?"
Seeing her clutching his collar, and noticing the elf's distinctly revealing outfit—cool and breathable, with only