"I wouldn't be so quick to write off the rest of your life on this." Janius attempted to lend some enthusiasm in his tone. "There will be challengers for as long as you remain. Competent leaders, sometimes. Perhaps, after a century and a half, or whatever suits you, you might stand down. Either purposely yield during a challenge, or relinquish your title." Janius gave an encouraging look. "You can to a lot in just a portion of your life."

Fendros peered up and chewed at the inside of his cheek. "It feels strange to think about it that way. I won't know what the situation would be that far ahead. But..." He shook his head. "That's in the far future. Going out to see more of the world, watching Rhazii grow up, that is what I do not want to miss." Fendros looked at Kaleeth. "For now, you're right. I'll be training with Sabine a lot more. We'll see where the road takes us."

Janius stepped up to Kaleeth and put an arm around her where she sat. "We're both fathers, Fendros. You and me. I do not know what lies ahead, but I think you'll find a way to be there for Rhazii. I don't think anyone here doubts you love your family. I agree with Ahnasha that we all deserve a break from the business this war has brought. Some optimism might make that happen. It has a knack for that."

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The man regarded Julan, statuesque. The candlestick in his hand began to quiver. His voice lowered to a sudden severity. "Crueller tricks have been played on the master and mistress for a chance to burgle or find a free meal in this household. You will step away from this door or I shall call the guards to have you removed."

Rhazii had been quiet up until this point. Now, with the threat of the authorities, he raised his hands defensively. "We're not here for food or to steal anything, we swear." He turned to hiss at Julan. "Say something that only your father knows, quick!"

The stern gaze of the old man fell upon Rhazii, but he did not appear to have the patience to even ask who he was.