Northstar Vale Skotóno

I would not expect the Pharaoh’s spawn to be any different than he, Arsenio said with a shrug and a knowing smirk. Rulers like Ramesses were never born into the world with their inflated ego. It was nurtured and grown into that monstrous thing. It was built into the great threat that it was by the simpletons who bowed and pleaded and adored them. The man’s offspring would be raised in the same environment. They would have the same frivolous tastes and poor morals.

Reyson went on to say that the Pharaoh had come across as slightly mad. He had been whispering things. The Arche thought this was curious. If there was something in the works against the man’s life, he wished that he could be there to witness the end, to know if Ramesses felt fear. It would not have given him the satisfaction he desired, but it would have helped to curb his anger.

He was always mad, Reyson. The man is a natural disaster waiting for the proper wind, he warned, frowning. But it sounds as though there may be things in place to do away with him. And if that is true, I do not have any bad blood with his spawn. If they leave Epoch in peace, we will leave them. Arsenio had a family to worry about. The vale was home to his children and to Towhee and Maxim’s children. Their protection was his priority.