Dragoncrest Cliffs Buffany of House Bufflepuff

Well. . .the boy wasn't wrong. And yet, he wasn't willing to let Ephraim become the exception to this new rule. Who knew why they'd chosen to let the others slip past? Particularly Rosalyn (though he'd heard they'd made a deal of some sort). He'd been tied to Heda this whole time; he couldn't have gone after the traitors if he'd wanted to.

And he didn't want to, not really. The whole concept of natrona had always struck him funny; wasn't it better for those who wanted to leave to leave and not drag the rest of the kru down?

You're safe in Drageda, Ephraim, Vercingetorix insisted, his voice starting to grow more desperate. Aure's carrying my children; I swear to god, I'm gonna make this place a fucking fortress. Whatever it takes. You're gonna be safe. Bro, please don't go. I can't fucking lose you. We can't fucking lose you. Not after all this.

His breath was hitched tight in his chest, on the constant verge of a sob.