Noctisardor Bypass sunday morning coming down

dissent rises clear as morning sun among the trio. kaertok shoots him and royal down both and though pingasut lets out a huff; childish and surly he trudges along without any other choice. dens were, clearly, off limits and the firekissed legionnaire knows to hold his tongue. it is obvious their father will not hear any raises of protest from them, nor entertain such things and he bites his tongue; accepting that this is how it will be. for now.