"Yes," Hadama said simply, turning his gaze downward to the teas as the grief and pride pressed against his ribs with every beat of his heart. All of Mort's Halls to spend eternity in among her friends and family that had gone before, and still the loyal herbalist continued to watch over Torchline and himself. His fingers tightened gently on the tea box as he breathed slowly, letting himself grieve for a few moments before carefully folding the powerful emotions away for later.
A deeper breath as he regained his serene facade, and then he plucked a bag of Stormbreak Breakfast with a nod of thanks. His own gift was met with less excitement, and the Tidebreaker closed the box again before relinquishing it to its new owners, hiding its contents with a contemplative gaze upon the Bastion.
"It could also be used to drive the corruption out of one of the Wild regions," he rumbled quietly. "Especially if that would weaken them before you challenge their stronghold." A slower approach, but perhaps a wiser one if it meant less danger for those taking part in the assault. As Flora had recently looked at him, he now looked at Remi, not wishing to see his co-ruler's father put in more danger than necessary.
He accepted his cup without batting an eye at the tentacle - it was perfectly reasonable, given the number of octopi Mer in the Underwater City - and the corners of his eyes softened as he nodded. "Milk and honey, please. Though I will not mind if you prefer whiskey." Given the news that he had brought, a stiff drink was understandable.
As he sweetened his tea he spoke again, his voice innocent as he drew the conversation away from the violet shadow on their border. "Have you heard of the kraken sightings recently?"
A deeper breath as he regained his serene facade, and then he plucked a bag of Stormbreak Breakfast with a nod of thanks. His own gift was met with less excitement, and the Tidebreaker closed the box again before relinquishing it to its new owners, hiding its contents with a contemplative gaze upon the Bastion.
"It could also be used to drive the corruption out of one of the Wild regions," he rumbled quietly. "Especially if that would weaken them before you challenge their stronghold." A slower approach, but perhaps a wiser one if it meant less danger for those taking part in the assault. As Flora had recently looked at him, he now looked at Remi, not wishing to see his co-ruler's father put in more danger than necessary.
He accepted his cup without batting an eye at the tentacle - it was perfectly reasonable, given the number of octopi Mer in the Underwater City - and the corners of his eyes softened as he nodded. "Milk and honey, please. Though I will not mind if you prefer whiskey." Given the news that he had brought, a stiff drink was understandable.
As he sweetened his tea he spoke again, his voice innocent as he drew the conversation away from the violet shadow on their border. "Have you heard of the kraken sightings recently?"
