The Sentinels My advice?

casmir. so the little one had found solace in the arms of his son. lasher felt the sting of the previous day fading quickly, replacing itself with a growing amusement. it was ironic, and yet he was charmed that she had felt the need to inform her of her change in proclivities. "casmir," he repeated, casting a wry glance at the pale girl. taltos of course did not think less of aria, nor was he upset. "is he not with behati these days?" the man inquired gently.

if his son intended to play at the silver tongue, then he must be instructed, lest hearts be broken. and if aria was aware of the existing relationship -- assuming that there was one; he was not completely sure of this -- then she too must be honest. but lasher did not intend to lecture any of the young wolves.