"Mimi," you say through clenched teeth.
The bandits laugh and cheer at this, thinking it a good tale. Your stomach sinks, however, as the captain meets your eyes and you know he has seen through your jest.
"Had a little run in with slavers, did you. When you were a squire perhaps? Or before," The captain knowingly implies.
"No, not at all. What a ridiculous idea.."
"I've seen tattoos like that before. Tell me her name again?"
"Mimi," slips out of your lips, despite your best efforts.
"That's not the whole thing. Are you going to tell me or do I have to read it with a magnifiying glass."
You try to resist the magical compulsion, but, as the captain had guessed. The slavers magic still held strong.
"It's mimi- no muscular, Mimian - Mimiominocoius."
Jeff spit it out, inhaling sharply as the spell began to take hold.