Redtail Rise espressivo

His heart hurt.

For himself, for Ashlar, perhaps even for Avicus. A complicated web of devotion that had been spun upon the Rise. One by one the spider had devoured the flies. Tulimaq had gone and still not returned. Augur seemingly had another bride.

Prophet had nothing with titles beyond his own role.

Ashlar too, he thought.

I understand. His voice tight and hoarse.

Whatever you do, you have my support and respect, Ashlar. I hope you understand that. His features smoothed some as he neared the other man. Sought to place shoulders together as brothers, comrades.