Chayla

“You're the fool" Jesper snarled. "He's smarter than most of us put together, and he deserves a better father than you.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows

“A strange, sweet sound pierced the air.
"Skerden Fjerda, kende hjertzeeeeeng, lendten isen en de waaaanden."
Fjerdan words Jesper didn't understand crested over the courtyard in a shimmering, perfect tenor that seemed to catch upon the black stone battlements.
Wylan.
The guards whirled, rifles pointed at the walkway that led to the courtyard, seeking the source of the sound.
"Olander?" one called.
"Nilson?" said another.
Their guns were raised, but their voices were more bemused and curious than aggressive.
What the hell is he doing?
A silhouette appeared in the walkway arch, lurching left and right.
"Skerden Fjerda, kende hjertzeeeeeng," Wylan sang, doing a surprisingly convincing impression of a drunk but very talented Fjerdan.
The guards burst out laughing, joining in on the song.
"Lendten isen . . .”
― Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows

“Close your eyes!
-You can't kiss me from down there, Wylan.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows

“I used to meet with one of my tutors here, back when my father still thought . . . The tutor had a lot of interesting stories. And I always liked the maps. Tracing the letters sometimes made it easier to . . . It's how I found the passage.
"You know, Wylan, one of these days I'm going to stop underestimating you."
There was a brief pause and then, somewhere ahead, he heard Wylan say, "Then you're going to be a lot harder to surprise.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Crooked Kingdom