“i’m afraid not, falon — though if i were he, i’d head eastward. likely gone by now, though.” the clink of gold still makes him twitch with discomfort. though barely a shape seen, he could already tell it was something he’d wanted to forget.
Of course he’d gone now. It was not truly a surprise; no. An unexpected turn of events would have been if that wretched had turned his cowardly back around, and grasped upon a sword. That would certainly be a sight for a dreamer’s mind. “It is for the better of my people. He only caused discord and disharmony, rather rousing up the worst of the people."
