At first, Fendros did not look so sure. But Ahnasha did make him close his eyes and breathe into a laugh. In that laugh, he thought, and he thought some more when it passed.

Then he spoke out in the direction of the cavernous view. "You're right. He cannot deny that without lying to himself. And even if he did, I cannot fathom how I should be scared of this. I do not need to be scared of [i]him.[/i]" He slowly frowned. "And I should not put this off for later..."

He hesitated one last time, but clenched and loosened his fist at his side. "Let's find him," he said.

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Rossarm's guest quarters were generous, considering all the other allies the clan hosted for the battle. He was afforded a room large enough to comfortably walk around a bed, side tables, a bookshelf, desk, chair, a chest, and some other minor amenities besides. Fendros knew this, though he had not set foot inside past the shut door during his father's stay. When he and Ahnasha approached and knocked, it suddenly felt as though their may as well have been Vile's tower inside.

There was a silent moment. A careful shuffling.

"State your business," Rossarm intoned, impatient and muffled by the door.

Fendros felt his heart race. "It's me, father."

Another long pause.

Then the door opened halfway. Rossarm stood with his head bent slightly forward, stony-faced as ever. His red eyes glanced at Fendros and Ahnasha in turn. Fendros noted how tired he looked. Perhaps that was why he did not gurn with disgust at the very sight of them.