Sun Mote Copse Battle nobility's ill-advised whim.

Emotions crossed the Deorwine's firey eyes. Disappointment at the fact that his siblings were confirmed still missing in action, then interest at the mention of the black bear wolf who was his kin. Was Glaedwine really among them? The question hung on his lips but he said nothing, only mulling over the thought. Eadwulf was as well, though that was less surprising to him knowing what he did of his devotion. In a different life perhaps Knox would have been that way too, able to take the brunt of the daggers of others while remaining hopelessly devout. 

But the offer extended to him only brought upon the appearance of furrowed brows. Then, a quiet laugh, a shake of his head. He steered away from all that for the moment.

One has to wonder... Why? Why let your sacred land burn to the ground?... He pressed, in no particular way other than curiosity. What was her opinion on this? He wanted to pick her brain. Should she allow him- and if not? No harm no foul, for there was really little chance of him changing his mind now. It would take more than an offer.

If I did, Célnes... What's changed? From where I stand, I've been granted opportunities far greater than what I feel I could ever accomplish under scrutiny.