Ukranian=Aurellan
Icelandic=Baurian
The room was dark, a singular fly buzzed around it, filling the void of silence. Pyre could hear whispers outside of his cell, how the hell had he ended up here? The last thing he remembered was waking up in his room and going out to meet a Aurelle spy in the eastern woods. Pyre swore under his breath, someone must have gotten him as he waited for the spy. He sighed and went back to taking in his surroundings, his main goal was getting out of wherever he was now.
The Room was dirt, maybe he was in a cave. There was a tiny bit of light streaming down from the ceiling. The one sky light had been blocked with iron bars. If the iron bars did not stop pyre, the metal chain that anchored him to the steel post driven into the ground did. Pyre walked over and tried to tug it up from the soft soil. As soon as his fingers brushed over the raised surface fire pushed him backwards and he went tumbling over. Pyre cursed and the voices outside the wooden door stopped. A wood slat slid back and a pair of eyes looked through. The wood slat closed once more. This time pyre listened more closely. His ear immediately picked up on the language they were speaking. It was Baurian. The dialect of the Baurai family. Pyre smiled and called out to them, "Hey, fjandmenn, af hverju ertu ekki að velja einhvern annan." In simpler terms, Pyre had just told the men to leave, but in a much harsher way. There was a slight laugh, then, they called back to Pyre. They did not speak their own dialect though, they switched to Aurellan, the Aurelle dialect. "Ви перший ублюдок" They called out. Pyre let out a laugh. They had called him a bastard, and in a sense he was, he did not know his father. Pyre switched to direct questions, "Hvers vegna er ég hérna? Hvað ætlar þú að gera? Ég verð ekki skilið að sjá andlit þitt?" He asked. He wanted to know why he was here, what the Baurai planning, and why would the men not come in. The two people outside talked quietly for some time before they spoke in Aurellan again, "Вам не потрібно знати сволота, ви дізнаєтеся досить швидко, насолоджуйтеся часом гниття." They called out. Pyre swore, they had basically just told him that he would have to wait and he didn't enjoy it.
Pyre slid down the side of the dirt wall and occasionally called out to the men in Baurian, calling them nasty things. These times they did not gratify him with a response. Pyre sat like this for some time before the door finally swung open and a women paraded in. "Привіт дитині, Hello child." She said. Pyre rolled his eyes, "Af hverju endurtakarðu, þú veist að ég veit hvað þú ert að segja. Why do you repeat, you know i know what you're saying." He said, repeating himself as well. The woman shrugged her shoulders, " I thought it would be fun."
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