Cedar Sweep Shameless and shining, we always ask why, for

"I would hope the future generation doesn't have the same." Majority of the old Kingslend had lived such pleasantries, and while there was a darkness surrounding the royalty, she still had luxuries others did not. She could not help but think where her uncle Grayson lied, and her whore of a mother, nor' the wickedness that was the fire. Such trivials to now her current life.

Célnes followed him so, as she did not have too much opinion what would be hunted, "If one were to hunt the elk, the defense of a herd, it would leave the rest defenseless, no?" There was a thought, if he too would deduct they were but a inbred cult like the Firebirds have done. She could not get over the bitter taste of the golden woman who despite simply just meeting them, already disliked them, and seemingly so, decided to blame them for her own childs trouble. 

That was a woman, the King would never like, nor' get along with. The thought of a similar fate to Rohesia or Grayson would provide such pleasantries, but never would she try to attempt; only but to dream.

"The Déorwine's are often ingrained with the teachings of the High Elk, he with a thousand horns, and provides us bountiful land. In return, we protect his Apostles, and refrain from touching them. Though, we cannot stop all wolves, just ourselves." All said with but a pleasant smile.