Qeya River tukisiviit ⩅

The vortex that raged inside him quieted, if only a little. On the outside, he seemed to reel himself in, to hone in attentively to the words of the Wise Woman. They made sense, and he knew it. "I will..." He breathed. "But not like this. I need to figure this out on my own. I don't want to cause unnecessary conflict."

"I will try to get to know him. To feel him out. See if I can trust him." It would be hard. The northerner was a man Ensio hardly knew. He wasn't even a native. He paused, seeming uncertain. "Would that be the right thing to do? To use my best judgment? Or...just...place my trust in him?" He reached out, so yearning for advice. With this pale stranger, he for some reason, just felt he could have faith in her word.