Dragoncrest Cliffs i pull god's roots out

His heart seizes in his chest when Blixen accuses him of lying and he stares at her, wide-eyed and glossy. He’s lost just as much as they have, through all this, and he’s forced on the sidelines again. “I’m not joking,” he says, and glances at Artaax. He hasn’t said anything at all and his ears fall back upon his head, waiting for some sort of explosion. It hurts too much to say once, let alone a second time and he pleads with the both of them to take some sort of understanding.
 
“I tried to stop her,” he tells them. “I tried to talk her out of it but she wouldn’t listen.”