Blacktail Deer Plateau history is filled with liars

Though Granite wasn’t aware of it, Rusalka was on to something. Something was changing – developing in the boy’s mind. Inexplicable compulsions. Idiosyncrasies. There was a lack of imagination. A lack of empathy. And it was nobody's fault but genetics’.

“No,” Granite replied plainly when his Konungr asked if anything was wrong. Was something wrong? Why would Rusalka say that? The boy’s tongue stuck out as he thought and worried about it.

However, he became sidetracked by another train of thought. “You patrol?” he asked as he scooted closer to the man. Did they share a common behavior?