Silvertip Mountain many lilies lost in the choking grass

So it would be done. Aventus nodded briskly, ignoring the unwelcome battering of nerves in the cage of his chest. He dreamed in secret of being a great infiltrator, a little spy on the inside. It was a role better suited to him than the deceit he maintained in order to hold his place as Bruin-jaw. He would never admit it aloud, because she had looked to steal from him, but his title would have suited Avicus more.

Bruin-gaze, now that might fit him better. Or Bruin-breath. But she had tried to steal from him instead of standing beside him, and she wished him dead, and he was too afraid to admit to anything, and was powerless to change his fate now. Perhaps this could reset him somewhat.

She will need to learn caution, Aventus replied, turning his thoughts too to Asperas. She cannot afford to be reckless when the rest of us might hinge on it.