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The knight stared at Kroogi's tattoos and Kroogi stared at
the knight's armor, and neither of them said a thing.
"Kroogi!" I said, waving my arms. "Kroogi, I have a
question. Do you have a moment?" I felt safe asking
Kroogi, because he was real quiet and never did anything
mean, even if Jarvis said Kroogi once cut two men in half
using a hand axe in a battle with Istarian army renegades
before the fall of Istar, but that wasn't anything anyone
would hold against him, as Istarian army renegades were
not very nice and they're mostly dead now anyway.
Kroogi didn't look at me, because he was still staring at
the knight, and then Kroogi began flexing his huge arm and
chest muscles so you could see the places where spears or
swords or arrows had cut him here and there. Finally, he
looked away and bent down to soak his shirt in the fountain
water, ignoring the knight.
Several more people had wandered over to the fountain
in the meantime, so I knew I'd have lots of other people to
ask if the knight or Kroogi didn't give me an answer.
"Kroogi!" I said.
Kroogi glanced at me as he began to wash himself using
his shirt, and I knew I could go ahead and ask my question.
He never said much, but he always made what he said
count.
"I just have one question," I said, and cleared my throat.
It would be easier to get a response from the knight after
asking Kroogi first. "Kroogi, do you think the gods did right
in dropping the flaming mountain on Istar so that - "
"Yes," said Kroogi
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