Arrow Lake and half a hurricane

renard had assumed, all this time, that at least part of her was here for sagtannet. maybe yuelong, maybe neverwinter forest. seemed like they were all allies, though bonds got...fragile, when there were threats involved. they were distractions. only thing you could rely on was yourself, and they could respect someone taking matters into their own hands.

but she'd never really said that, had she. she'd made no secret of wanting nemisis dead. would have been a lot of effort for a personal grudge, but she was already gone. sagtannet was the easy assumption. a misjudgment. they saw that now. "and what do you consider a life of his?"

as to the kid, well, renard hadn't bothered asking themselves that question. what was the point? "your guess is as good as mine. might have more experience with him, but he's never made much sense. he does whatever interests him at the time." they shrugged. she was right. and half of the reason renard hadn't bothered saying anything was that wrath was exactly what they wanted. "should've just killed the kid instead, but it's his funeral."

donovan, incompetent but charismatic. derg wasn't half-bad – might have been worth something, if donovan wasn't involved. they still couldn't work out just why he went along with it all. not that they were a leader themselves, but at least they knew they were worth more than their dick. seemed like that was all he was interested in.

the saints could be a threat, under anyone else, but that promise meant nothing. funny how ursus was both donovan's best and worst decision. he didn't have the presence of mind to use them right.

renard tipped their muzzle forward, intending to leave should she have no more else to say. she'd given them...things to consider. "then we'll see if they're willing to listen."