[Fenris is a bit surprised when he hears Zevran chuckling - it's not very empty or bitter, as his own might have been if he ever felt the need to bring up his own past punishments. He pauses in his writing, raising his eyes to meet Zevran's squarely.]
Slaves were not permitted to read. What need does property have for such a thing?
[There's a snarl in his voice, but delving into his own background isn't what he's interesting in.]
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Slaves were not permitted to read. What need does property have for such a thing?
[There's a snarl in his voice, but delving into his own background isn't what he's interesting in.]
You sound fond of your punishment.