Northstar Vale Trávma

The soldier’s response was crisp and carried no hints of emotion. Each word was spoken with care and avoided the feelings that may have fluttered around within Reyson. It was the response of a man who was cutting himself off.

Arsenio wasn’t a fool. He wasn’t blind, incapable of understanding what it might have felt like.

Reyson’s internal dialogue compared him to the Pharaoh.

If the Arche could have heard these thoughts, their conversation might have shifted into something more heated, something that lacked the forgiveness that was shared.

I’m not a dullard, Reyson. I can see your restraints. I can tell when a soldier is clipping his opinion.

Arsenio frowned and then shrugged his shoulders.

What would you do in my place? If your son claimed that a newcomer had hurt him. What would you do?

The redstone wolf lifted his head.

It is gracious that I would even hear your side of things. Gracious that I would not throw you from these lands without so much as a second thought, don’t you think? the Arche spoke with clipped words.