WIP Wednesday
I don’t have a title or much of anything for this one yet, but it’s set during Act II, between the trial and becoming captain of Crossroad Keep.
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Although returning to West Harbour… He’s worried about Bevil, yes, but he’s the only good thing left about that village, and is that really enough to keep him? Even with all the freedom Daeghun granted him by virtue of simply not caring one way or the other, he still felt stifled. Amie’s gone, and so are Bevil’s two greatest tormentors—and together that makes up over half the reason he never seriously considered leaving before.
And then there’s also the matter of Lorne to consider. Lorne, who’d been manipulated by Luskan dogs until Adrian could hardly recognise the gentle giant who probably cared more about him than anyone else not in his age group, who was closer to a brother to him those first twelve years of his life than Daeghun ever could have been a father. Lorne, whose throat he slit exactly as he did Wyl’s and Ward’s. It wasn’t malice, far from it, but it didn’t feel like mercy either, even if what he said about what Black Garius would do to him was true. How can he face Retta after murdering her eldest son, Bevil after murdering his older brother?
He can’t go back. Maybe he can simply wander Faerûn as an adventurer, go wherever the money and the wind take him, but he can’t go back, and he’s not staying here.