Arrow Lake Blood of my Blood

Although Rakharo had actually started to doubt the Dosh Khaleen's omens a long time ago, he had faith. Awazzi, who was of his own blood, was undeniably a gifted crone, she had the sight and she had never predicted something that didn't happen. But holding on to that alone was getting tough, and the road to, apparently nowhere, was starting to make Rakharo's trust on the crone to wane. Lavakho was in all his right to feel the way he did, and Rakharo didn't blame him for that. He was thankful for his loyalty.

His brother's inquiry had made Rakharo think, and he stayed silent for a moment before turning around, with a worried stare, to his golden brother and greatest friend. "Why would she lie to us?" he asked, more to himself in a regretful way than to his brother.