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It matters not whether Noah tries to hide from his own thoughts - Vi sees them all the same, and the vein of them brings a wry smile to his lips. "We do not grow when we are unchallenged," he rumbles softly. Stormbreak may be leaderless but it has always been loyal to the old gods, and that remains true. To go there would be too easy. The Hollowed Grounds, though...
Letting dark fingers pass through the flames of the candles that decorate the shrine, Vi's touch seems to make them all the brighter, and he regards Noah with the sort of quiet understanding that suggests agreement without it needing to be said aloud. Nonetheless, "The Outlander is a contradiction," he remarks. "He gnashes at the bit like an unbroken stallion, preaching peace whilst revelling in violence. He clings to his own gods, though they have no say here."
And let Noah make of that what he will.
