Jonathan felt his chin. “I have a beard,” he remarked. “My voice is deeper… Have I grown?”
Vrsta chuckled. “You been ageden.”
“Aging? But just yesterday I was seven!” He exclaimed. The man nodded his head.
“Byen the settin’ ov this sun, you’ll been _twenty_seven.”
Jonathan looked at his reflection in the water.
“I am finally starting to look like a leader.” He whispered with a smile. “And now, if you’ll excuse me, I must save Winnie and find Valtameri.”
“Valtameri.” Vrsta said thoughtfully. Jonathan spun around.
“You know where she is?”
“She’s been dead three days. I killed her.”

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