Northstar Vale grandmaman

The right hand had arrived shortly after hearing her call, his promptness driven by both his unspoken promise to never be far from the Matriarche and his want to discuss how Pala and her sons can return home to Montagne de Ciguë safely.

He approached mother and son, a reverent dip of his head to Viskani and a curt nod to Chaudry—rigid, silent, and unmistakably formal. There was still a whisper of mistrust towards the male, as if all of this could have been completely avoided if the male had fought harder to keep the mother of his children within the Vale.

Viskani. Chaudry. You called?