The Sentinels my empire of dirt

Dante smiled, silently pleased that all seemed to agree on what it was they wished to find. Like minds had gathered in the plateau and it would make a final decision, if and when it was reached, that much easier.

"He is. A fine one, and only growing finer with time." All of their children were coming into their own and beginning to shine, doing the plateau credit with their contributions. He hadn't informed them, but he was heavily impressed, and knew all would be well kept while he was away.

"He seems keen on exploration. And Constantine approached me recently for a warrior's lesson. But I have heard little of Eilidh's interests... Where do they lie?" He figured the father would know. If it was something he could help with, he could perhaps approach her on the subject.