“Fireballs. That’s some serious business.” Leona’s head bobbed in a serious, contemplative nod, trying to ignore the soft snickering behind her. Gods, it was really hard keeping a straight face. “What else do we need to know about ‘Engferth’ here?”
“I really don’t think-” ‘Engferth’ winced, gaze frantically flicking between the talkers.
“Oh!” An old Island Aumaua perked up at this question, though she seemed more sceptical than the rest. “Apparently ‘Engferth’ here had a tragic past. Parents died in a fire. Then he was taken in by a rich aunt -”
“- who also died in a fire!”
“This isn’t as interesting as you might-” ‘Engferth’ again shot Leona a pleading glance.