"What are you doing, Ryheric?"
He breathed this question to himself. His accent was no longer that of a dreg born in some backwater barn. The vowels were now rugged, harsh yet airy. The Rs were spoken with a slight roll. Each consonant had a twisting divergence from the previous one, an over-enunciation that seemed natural, varying from one consonant to the next. No drawl. The accent would have pleased the ears of most, if not for the fact it was thickly foreign.
