The question felt out of nowhere. Especially for someone speaking Common to ask it in the first place. "Well, yes." She paused. "Isn't it?"

Ariadne spoke in Common every day. So much so that she occasionally even dreamed in it. She couldn't say for sure what language she thought in, any more. But she knew it was probably some wicked hybrid of Common and the Alastrian tongue her parents had spoken.

Not something she questioned often.

But Deerington was raising a lot of unusual questions.