Blackfeather Woods dreamers

He didn’t get it when she said she needed shit to protect here. What could possibly be so interesting to risk her life for? He decided he wasn’t going to let her do this to herself. ”Things to protect? Are you listening to yourself? If they come here and murder you those things won’t be safe either. What things even are you on about?” Nothing mattered as much to Charon as his family and even if leaving his mountain would be a definite kick in the pride, he’d do it to be safe.

She asked if it was just her. At first he opened his mouth to say yes, but then he remembered the daughters... He was silent for a moment while Potema went on about them not accepting this. ”I don’t give a shit about the opinions Drageda or Redhawk Caldera. Don’t know the former and the latter has been a hated neighbour for a long time. My mate and Beta know you are my friend and I want you safe. They’ll accept it, as long as nobody ever knows about... About the daughters. I want them to be safe too, Potema, but I fond think you should bring them.” He frowned somewhat sadly, and hoped she understood. Maybe she could instruct them to go elsewhere before leaving. He could even help bring her shit, if that’s what she wanted. Anything to help her see the necessity in his plan.