Two Rivers Isle for we don’t care about it

It seemed fate fourtuned just as finicky as when history chose to repeat- yet this time the uncanny fate happened to a friend rather than his own Family. Time and time again in his past, Cry had joined a home only for it to disintegrate just before his eyes. Again and again he was forced to pledge to others, a worker, an advisor, a warden, a source of labor and watchmen. 
Yet it fell apart just as swift as they had allowed him in. 
And he was left standing amidst the ruins, each and every time.

Had it not been for his spite against Slade and his oath to Gwen, how would he have faired? Would he have wandered from home to home, a gateskeeper to the history of fallen Empires, an omen of failed aspirations,  a testament to crumbled bonds. He carried the old leather bounds, and secreted them away in the art library of his mind. He would learn from these frostbitten failures...and he would ensure to not follow through with them. 

But the ordeal remained- could this be a plague that could infect his own? They had come so far, they had built enough of a regard for one another that they were Family. No one could ostracize the other, as they all had shared laughs, smiles, deep secrets with their fellow Keepers- 

could Cry including these ‘failures’ incorporate a sickness within the Keep? It would be a trial, certainly...but should his ideal of the standards uphold in their home, it would be clear who the true Successors would emerge to be,
while the ‘failed ones’ would come clear into Cry’s perceptive view. They would be dealt with once the time arose, should such call for it. He would be fair, liberal, holding meetings with his most trusted over the matters.

But only when such would come to be. For now, glacials softened a slight sliver, a minute crack threatening to emerge from the crisp gaze of the ex-assassin at the plight of he and his Wife’s former hunting mate. “Any friend willing to take down a dangerous prey with respect for not only their life, but our own as well, is already considered Family, here. You’ve proven yourself enough, as it is, Issun.”

Taking a step forward, Raziel gently traced a musky cheek across he and his escort’s shoulders, giving them the keycard to access Shadewood Keep without apprehension by any other Keepers. Returning back to his further  place, the Phantom King gave a slight smile as he spoke the confirmation.

”Welcome home.”