Moonspear It can never be that war shall preserve life, and peace destroy it.

The miniature Arcturus was more eloquent in his speech than the barbaric Revui, or really anyone he had encountered. He must have learned this from Dirge - or more likely, the curt way of speaking came directly from the Queen mother. She always knew how to compose herself, unlike himself.

Are you here to see her? He asked.
No, Revui shot back a bit too sharply, too quickly. A stab of his voice through the cold.

Feeling immediately too awkward for present company, too alien on his home soil, Revui tried to think of what to do next to alleviate any suspicion. He could not. So he tried using his words, which might've been a poor choice. I have not been home in a long time. I just... Wanted to see it. The mountain. Which, in retrospect, he could do easily enough from the lowlands while avoiding these social moments.