[centre][h1][color=39b54a][b]Arnannel[/b][/color][/h1][/centre]

Arnannel had to refrain from clicking his tongue. This sort of attitude was exactly what was wrong with Fanewick Native. They’ve lost. The rebellion was little more than desperate rabble that would rather they all die in a suicide charge than entertain peace or a semblance of peace.

What would such posturing and explicit disdain for Haven accomplish? Do they think Havenites would kneel down upon a brazen display of pride in their homeland? Or would it make the Havenites who saw them as mere lowly barbarians change their mind? Who were they kidding? It 
would only make it worse for all Fanewick natives.

What use was there in clinging to such foolish pride? Would it feed your children? Would it give you access to Haven’s amenities and a higher quality of life? Would it magically grant your wishes? The answer is no, so to Arnannel, something as burdensome as pride of one’s homeland was better thrown away if it would allow you to make a better life for yourselves.

He had done so, ingratiating himself with Havenites and partaking in the ‘fruits’ of their society and never looked back. If these people refused to imbibe from the proverbial Havenite fountain because of foolish pride, then it was their loss.

He sighed, [color=39b54a]“Look, I don’t really care what you think of Havenites. It doesn’t matter to me either way. But if there’s trouble, surely we share the same interest in keeping them away from Alula, no? What’s the harm in telling me? Unless…”[/color] Arnannel trailed off, noticing their guarded look, [color=39b54a]“Is it the rebellion?”[/color]