Neverwinter Forest Are we heroes or weapons pointed at the enemy so someone else can claim the victory?

The stranger wasted no time jumping into introductions and details as to why he was there. It pleased Pasha a touch not to have the time wasted, though as they delved into such details he felt something twist and turn in him at the mention of Lucy's name. His father had only recently filled him in on such details and yet before he could even set out fully to find where the girl made have come from—or belonged, in this case—someone had come to suss her out on their own.

His mouth opened as though to say something but he was distracted instantly; a turn of his head revealed his father emerging from the evergreens to join them. Deference turned up in his features for a split second, as Pasha was just as relieved to have his father come to sort this. Cypress came with him like a shadow and briefly, the older brother offered him a wan smile. As the rough rumble of his father's voice questioned Trick, Pasha's gaze wandered back to the Caldera wolf.