They say blood makes you related but
loyalty makes you family
Deimos’ query was an interesting one, though Loren shook his head. ”I don’t think they need to know what we're capable of, not necessarily. Though I do think it will require us to rebuild the trust Zariah shattered by making service mandatory.” That, among other policies, hadn’t exactly made her the most popular ruler. ”I don’t know about your people, or...well, actually, I know very little about you.” The summoner gave the other man a sheepish grin as the Launceleyn ran a nervous hand through his hair.
”Anyway, as I was saying, or, well, what I’m trying to say is that I’m from Northaven. And I think my people are tired of war.” Of violence and bloodshed as a whole, really, but there didn’t seem to be anything they could do to avoid that even (or maybe especially) in Caido. ”But they are good people, and warriors at heart. They might be weary now, but if we give them something to believe in, something to fight for, they will join us.” The new kingdom was still too young for people to truly want to participate in it, and the wounds of the previous queen were still too fresh and raw. But that would change.
However, the other man’s suggestions about giving them discrete and useful tasks was actually a very good one. ”I’ll take all the help I can get preparing the Manor, though I’m afraid that many do not wish to stay there. They mentioned using the Rathskellar again, so maybe you can help them get that ready. And…” Here the Launceleyn hesitated, not sure whether he should mention his conversation with Wessex. Still, it would be useful for Deimos to know what the queen was thinking. ”Wessex and I discussed trying to see if...if the worst happens, if we could keep the blighted at the prison.” Loren looked down, sadness suffusing his words and his posture. It was clear that he did not wish to imprison those they cared about. Unfortunately, they might not have any choice.
”Anyway, as I was saying, or, well, what I’m trying to say is that I’m from Northaven. And I think my people are tired of war.” Of violence and bloodshed as a whole, really, but there didn’t seem to be anything they could do to avoid that even (or maybe especially) in Caido. ”But they are good people, and warriors at heart. They might be weary now, but if we give them something to believe in, something to fight for, they will join us.” The new kingdom was still too young for people to truly want to participate in it, and the wounds of the previous queen were still too fresh and raw. But that would change.
However, the other man’s suggestions about giving them discrete and useful tasks was actually a very good one. ”I’ll take all the help I can get preparing the Manor, though I’m afraid that many do not wish to stay there. They mentioned using the Rathskellar again, so maybe you can help them get that ready. And…” Here the Launceleyn hesitated, not sure whether he should mention his conversation with Wessex. Still, it would be useful for Deimos to know what the queen was thinking. ”Wessex and I discussed trying to see if...if the worst happens, if we could keep the blighted at the prison.” Loren looked down, sadness suffusing his words and his posture. It was clear that he did not wish to imprison those they cared about. Unfortunately, they might not have any choice.
LOREN
