Rossarm spared Ahnasha a glance as he kept his eyes on where he was stepping on the unpaved ground. He gave the proposal some silent consideration. He had to stop before they came into view to fully decide. When he did he spoke staring into the middle distance. "I will speak to him, but let me be perfectly understood. It is not for the purpose of thrusting the expectation of greatness on his shoulders."

Beside them, Fendros waited without knowing how exactly to interpret what his father meant by his words. He wondered at first if it was his prejudice, though he did not wear it on his face as he had seen before. It was like he was too exhausted to be disdainful.

Fendros spoke up to try diffusing things. "We will be happy enough if you give him a chance to be your grandchild for an afternoon."

"Hm," Rossarm acknowledged. He stepped to proceed whether Ahnasha was done or not.