Pan thought that it was strange to have to wear that much fabric.
It was even stranger, seeing as the trolls were treating him like a lady of a noble house.
While Brandon, Doran, and Solas were behind a barrier, in a golden net, and had the expressions of someone who was begging for help.
Oh, Pan was going to get even!
"More tea, my lady?" the troll nodded at Pan's empty teacup. The nymph had drunk only one cup so far, but he had to admit that it had been sweet and lovely!
Just like these trolls, who were going to let him have vengeance on Brandon!
A burka!
Something that was either worn for religious reasons or to protect from the heat!
In Briar!
A land that was so cold that Pan was glad that he still wore his rune-covered wedding cloak!
"Yes, please, good sir," he even made his voice charming and melodic.
Solas was rubbing off on him, he had to admit.
