Qeya River judge and jury

he will be honest, curt, upfront with sun eater.

there is no secrets to be had between men like them.

he follows; without question, crimson eyes narrowed upon the singular eye of the man. his own eye wound throbs in response, still swaddled in the healing salves of star eater.

we hail from the same lands, he speaks bluntly, in a grizzled rasp: i know only gjalla. your wife knows of me. nothing more.

next, an admission. almost as if to silently tell sun eater that he will no know threat from blackfell when it comes to his own woman. i seek to court gjalla.