In Lieu of Formalities

"Hello, father." the boy said softly, words spoken almost too perfectly for his age. Precocious, soft spoken, well behaved - a perfect Launceleyn child. He scootched himself back on Neron's lap, leaning against him comfortably as he watched the map be laid before him. He nodded to the Warden's question, green eyes scanning the map curiously. He too pointed to the spot on the map that read Citadel. "Citadel. The Fangs. Whitebrim." he read quietly, saying each place as he pointed to it. Zariah stepped forward as well, glancing over Neron and Jace's shoulder to watch. At Neron's comment, she chuckled lowly. "I am a fan of an entrance. Though I'm curious how word has reached you already." she said softly. zariah If it is danger you seek, come on over. I covet tranquility but beget the tempest storm.