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Velhass didn’t want to be like the stories that Shirik told him. The thought mages who took hold of a person’s mind, manipulated them like bricks in a wall, and then died at the hands of an Inquisitor for trying to use his magic. 

Velhass did not want to be disrespectful to the person who took him in, taught him what magic [i]was,[/i] and kept him safe. Shirik was owed that much, at the very least. But seeing how aggressive Shirik felt when he just [i]mentioned[/i] their old friend, whose memories came through like water from a river… It hurt.

It had been days since Shirik exploded in his face, and neither of them brought it up again. It was a boundary, and thus far neither of them explicitly had boundaries. They trusted one another, kept each other company when the nights grew colder, and hunted together every day. Shirik had done so much for Velhass in so little time, and it hurt not being able to do anything good for them in return.

He thought to himself, perhaps if Shirik were to forget whatever heavy memories they had, that made it so difficult for them to feel peace, then maybe they would live life a little easier.

But then Shirik would know. Shirik knew [i]everything.[/i]

What was the point of such power, if not to use it for the good of others? Shirik used their magic to cook and give Velhass warmth. Even the Inquisitors used their magic to protect. But if they tried to hurt someone, they’d be hurt too. Would [i]he[/i] be hurt if they were hurt badly enough? Maybe not, but Shirik would be.

And Velhass knew that Shirik wouldn’t look at him the same way after that.

But it would be so [i]easy…[/i]


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Shirik noted that Silbermine wasn’t directly answering their question, stating that his people knew the hills very well, but not where they had scouted lately. They took that to mean he was hiding something. Of course he was. All the lords in the land had designs on their realms, and the Glen nobility of yesteryear were no different. [color=d68300]”Yes… I once chased a fallen moon across the fields of Narkant. You would have been hardly a green-horned whelp, it was long ago. The moon fell from the heavens, abandoning her two sisters in the sky, and all the warriors of the kingdom failed to find little more than dust upon the grass.”[/color] Many of Shirik’s stories were fantastical, but held a more than a kernel of truth in them. They made their tales capture an audience, without diminishing the events that did happen. They were also, however, spouting absolute bullshit at the moment just to make Silbermine look like a dumbass in front of every person present. Kanth-Aremek never had a third moon. 

[color=d68300]”They set it fell into the Driddic Sovereignty, and tore open the earth, leaving behind a chasm greater than the deepest oceans, and darker than a moonless night.”[/color] There [i]was[/i] an old rumor about a “Great Chasm” in the land of the Driisu. But it was just tbat- A rumor.

Shirik didn’t pay much mind to the Glen lord’s bragging of the Running, they were far above such squabblings. The humans, however, might be found some novelty in the idea. So when the Glen all began their knightly chant, Shirik switched languages as well. [color=d68300]”Glen song. Old, annoying. He is hiding something. Your ship remains, maybe.”[/color] It wouldn’t do to converse with the humans in such a manner when the Glen [i]weren’t[/i] distracted. While they were all singing, Shirik wanted to take the time to confirm their fears to Ixtaro. Silbermine might’ve found something already, but isn’t saying so.

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