Nova Peak Oh, I've got reservations about so many things.

NOT doo doo <3

Stag was not a boy -- or even a man -- who wore his emotions visibly -- yet the longer Astraeus spoke, the more distraught he visibly became.

First, to hear of this poor boy's miserable flight outside of Sagtannet --

And second, for the grievious way Astraeus thumbed blame so handily on the shoulders of Sagtannet.

Stag's expression melded from grief to subtle outrage: his lip curled unpleasantly. He felt the urge to let that tongue fly, to lash this boy with words until he was cowed -- any measure of quiet then would be no victory. Stag sheathed the blade quickly, exhaling long and suddenly into the cold air.

"You are right." Stag conceded, his shoulders falling away from a lean frame. "Would you like to patrol with me then? We can stop at the cache along the way, if you are hungry."