King Elk Forest We stir up the truth, but it's never to harm, steeped in

So much has changed since the first time they’ve committed such an act. They were young then, new to collaboration on this scale. Their uncle had been eradicated, and no one had found out, but the possibility always loomed over them. This time they need not worry about consequences. They were stronger now, smarter, and wore a sign of their god around their necks. This time the job would be clean.

His face morphs back into its signature neutrality as his cousin comes storming in, throwing food and spouting nonsense. She’s worse than he thought. Cenric wouldn’t be surprised if the bastard lept for his sister’s throat then and there. The corner of his mouth twitched ever so slightly. 

He glanced at Célnes, searching her face for any sort of sign. She was smiling. Not yet, he thought.

It is, isn’t it? Cenric turned back to the russet woman. Let’s not ruin it with conflict. Rohesia, walk with us. We can be civil.