"And this is why I do not like politics, and nobles especially. They always seek what is in their best interests. They care not for their common man. " Ern sighs, going over to the spice pouches and pocketing one. Ern then takes a candle from the wall, blows it out, and also pockets it. She takes one look at the wine again before pouring some into a glass. She drains it in a single gulp, pours herself another, and continues.
"I mean, who in the Nine Hells cares who teaches what to whom? Knowledge is meant to be shared, not kept secret. How else are powerful wizards going to learn their spells? Killing each other and stealing their spell books? Contracting powerful devils and binding their service to them? The fact that the Treylor are demanding such a sacrifice pisses me off. I feel obligated to free you just to shove it in the Treylor's faces. Think they so high and mighty... " the rest is unintelligible as Ernestine switches to a gutteral languages.
Finally, she stops to say "I say we go rub it in the Treylor's fa...Go speak to the ambassador as well. With what we know, we should be able to at least delay the final sentencing. We can slip out of here, over turn that ruling, and get you out of here."
