My own, of course. Trade. Enough Antivan and Rivaini to be able to take easy part in society, and I write near as well as I speak. Enough Qunlat to perhaps get by without embarrassing myself terribly, but I understand more than I speak, and am so minutely literate as to hardly have it count at all.

[ a litany, although said offhandedly. With a slight more interest: ]

Whose mabari is that? They do not run stray, that I know of.

[ Maker preserve us from that ]