Dragoncrest Cliffs the purloined letter

Rosalyn had once seen something like a daughter in Avicus. But now, seeing her reaction to Chacal, Rosalyn’s lip curled with cold dislike. Her daughter was right. No alliance was worth shattering their strength on some distant struggle, especially not one that would carry them inland.

Avicus had her own to look to. If they deserved what they wished then they would be strong enough to take it. If not it was no concern of hers.

With a last look of approval at Chacal, and not a word otherwise, Rosalyn turned to depart. Nothing more needed to be said.