Moonspear so be prepared for a chance of a lifetime; be prepared for sensational news

Revui was not experienced with anything that was going on within the confines of Moonspear. He was too young to understand the fluctuating nature of the adults even when it was explained to him in-depth; he did not know who to support between his father and his sister, as both played pivotal roles in his rearing and both were idolized; the only thing he knew for certain was that Moonspear was strong, and in his limited understanding that was enough. They were strong because they shared blood, shared strength, and knew without a shred of doubt that their entire world centered around this mountain. What was father doing, then, but disrupting that with his salacious talk? With his insistence that something was wrong, when no such issues reared their head upon Revui's own investigation? Perhaps he was not being thorough enough, not questioning enough—or asking the right questions; this was what made words so useless to him. They were so hard to manage. They were tricky, fickle, conspiratorial things.

He will not turn me against anyone, Revui surmised sharply, believing that he was on everyone's side and no-ones. He was here to protect the mountain home, as it was his birthright. Who was Revui really, except a soldier borne to the Ostrega army? Filled with the youthful vigor of a boy eager to please (in the limited, brutish way that he could), and nothing more?