Bearclaw Valley A life of pain is the pain of life, and you can never escape it

Ashlar was not one who made bold gestures. He more often could be found listening than speaking, but this was important. It was a question he would have asked Avicus, but she would likely have given no answer. And she was gone now, a fact that bothered the boy deeply. Enough to be lurking now, watching her brother and working up the courage to ask the question hounding him.

Why did you fight? He managed to get it out without a stutter, though the tone cracked at the end and betrayed his nerves. Ashlar kept his posture low as he slunk out, but there was an obvious, pained curiosity when he glanced Aventus' way. He had never spoken with this other boy before.

It was a question important enough to be asked because it was the root of what he struggled to understand here. He only hoped he could finally receive the answer he was looking for.