“Someone bumped into her from behind.

"You shouldn't be daydreaming, girl."

It was Bashan. his dead fish eyes assessed her coldly. He smirked.

"My lord," Nora said and moved to go around him.

It was a good thing to say. My lord could mean anything. Good day, for instance. Or, I understand and follow your implied order. I know my place. Or it could just mean fuck you.”