Hoshor Plains Running at my side

Lavakho braced himself for the punishment that was sure to ensue, however it never came.  In it's place, Rakharo offered him the highest honor that any of the Dotharan could be given.  Khasak. It seemed that a little bit of healthy nepotism does have certain benefits.  Lavakho was flabbergasted with the news and shot his brother a confused expression before it twisted into a dopey grin.  He had been waiting for this moment his entire life... however, he did expect it to go a bit, er, differently.

Ever since the war with Drojharko, Lavakho had wondered why his brother hadn't offered the title to him.  Perhaps it was his penchant for making poor decisions on and off the battlefield.  Briefly, Lavaho wondered if his brother was only offering him this honor because Lavakho was all that he had left.  A second choice, if you will.  But he pushed the thought away like spoiled meat and readied himself to take his oath.  To bind his life with his brother permanently.

"Of course brother,"  he stated with pride.  "I will protect you until my dying breath.  Blood of my blood."