Interrogation

I bowed my head to the master of the house. He was a young man, though older than me. His skin was pale and his hair was short and black. Something about his face felt foreign, though it was difficult to identify any specific feature that marked him as being "not Prandian".

"I'm sorry. I don't speak your language", I said to him.

The house was dark enough that I dared to look up and caught the sight of him frowning.

"Ani lo mevin et ma she'at omeret. Behol mikre, bevakasha tetz'i misham", he said, and gestured towards the entrance of the house.

I exited the indoor outhouse and walked down the hallway, with him following behind me. I stopped when I reached the open area between the sitting room and dining area and turned in his direction to await further instruction.

"Shvi sham, vetasbiri li ma at osa babait sheli ve'eih nihnast lepo", he said.