Duskfire Glacier mahtar

faust’s gaze found him, sharp and steady. there was no hesitation in the way he turned to face astier, no surprise in his approach. he had expected this. wolves like them did not fight without reason, without knowing the weight of the war they walked into.
you have questions? his voice was low, even, but it carried weight.
his green eyes burned, though not with impatience—no, he wanted to know what astier sought. what he needed to be convinced. faust had no time for those who wavered, but he respected those who thought before they bled.
ask them. a pause. then tell me if you are prepared to kill for darukaal.