Chapter Type: Character Development, Minor Social
There was no funeral for Puffball. Her mother had dealt with her body and said only that it was an affair for the Fenris, and that I could not participate. In any event, it was done.
I did have to endure the funeral pyres for the Findseth family.
"So who rules now?" Madonna asked.
"Donna, we're at a funeral." Kismet said.
I shrugged. "Ask at the feasting, later."
The Lady Ingrid didn't wait until the feasting. "My household is on the verge of ruination, because of your beast friend."
I blame a different beast for that, I almost said.
"If you have come to even attempt to force my group back into slavery…"
She raised her hand, her features pinched. "Who protected your women from the worst of such a lot? Who kept you alive when you had the intellect of a dandelion? Whatever you THINK happened in my household, you owe me for keeping it from being so. Much. Worse."