King Elk Forest It Is Written

By her words, a pang of inward regret filled him. It may have been wrong to offer such a warning. Of course she knew who would be allowed within... she was their Queen.

Now angry with himself, he bit hard against his tongue, wishing he could return the statement. What would Vex think of him after that?

Though, she moved on. Perhaps she took no care.

"Did you find any of the prisoners on your way here?"

The subject was one Vivaan had forgotten entirely.

The prisoners.. A flooding memory.

No.. I didn't. Frankly, their existence fled my mind. Thus far, my sights had been set only on your kin. What purpose have they anyway? The prisoners, he meant. By now, they're either dead or near to death. None of them could have survived on their own. Maybe he thought too little of them, but they had been nothing more than flea-ridden mutts that had been nothing more than furry skeletons that tended to the Cruor's needs. What else need he say on their behalf?