Hideaway Strath lust

close-minded. an attempted murder. pharaoh tried to fix aiolos' face in his mind. he had not seemed a man tuned toward bloodshed, but kynareth — he was inspirational, and not only in ways of songs or of lore. "i do not question my gods. but i am intrigued that i was led here from the prophet, to whom i went after yuelong."
"you would kill their leader?" the scribe-aspirant asked softly, though his voice held no judgement. only the detail-seeking of one who meant to record the annals of time.
"would you have taken their wolves, or only blood, divine one?" was his next inquiry, pale paws carrying him alongside the grandmaster as he followed the larger's lead.