#honeydrvid

[devotionreforged]

"You know that you are always welcome in the Grove. What Kagha did was unspeakable, and not at all what my people stand for... For that, I must ask for your forgiveness." @honeydrvid

@honeydrvid

Zevlor had settled into a quieter spot toward the edge of camp, his mostly-empty tankard held somewhat loose in both hands. Forearms draped atop his thighs, he watched his fellow refugees with a subdued smile. They deserved every moment to relax and celebrate as they could find, especially when they would soon be traveling again.

As if his thoughts had been loud enough to hear, the Archdruid - the true Archdruid, in Zevlor's opinion - approached him with a ready reassurance. That it was then followed by a request for forgiveness, however, had his back straightening a little. Rather than crane his neck any further, Zevlor stood to face Halsin, setting his tankard aside.

"Of course you have it." He knew well that leaders should take responsibility for their followers' actions, but still, allowing Halsin to bear a portion of the blame didn't sit easy with Zevlor. "The fault is hers, and those who aligned with her. You are neither, and many of your people fought admirably beside mine."

[roguefangs]

@honeydrvid continued. 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. all kinds of dangers lie in wait out here , and the moment he'd been confronted he'd held nothing in his hand to fight with. precious seconds to snatch up a knife from the table at the corner of his tent's pitch , all wasted for the fact the druid had taken matters into his own , bare hands. and so now he's waving his knife about to emphasise his point , red eyes wide with the scene before him. halsin so easily tearing their sneaky adversary apart before he has time to react , and astarion's unruly curls simply wave about while so very animated in his surprise. still clutches at the table beside his tent , a breath taken that he hardly needs as his shoulders begin to drop and tensions settle. the smell of the blood is heavy on his senses , and the vampire can feel how it tempts. makes saliva well under his sharp tongue , and how his gaze lingers on the cuts against halsin's terribly thick and lovely arms. but the druid would probably snap his neck just as easily should he ever ask , for what was he but something unnatural? against the order of things , surely. ' no , i'm not ---- ' another huff of breath outward , the knife thrown down onto the table with a clatter. he looks at the rather dead assassin with a sideways tilt of his head , sidling closer only to nudge him with his foot. makes the corpse roll to the side and make his face more visible , but astarion doesn't recognise him. ' you know him? i don't. '

[deathratled]

"Rats..." Halsin pondered for a moment. "Well, it could have been worse. I find rodents quite the friendly creatures." @honeydrvid

The scowl that crossed the justiciars lips was more than apparent. "Yes, friendly." Sarcasm drips from the words. "I'm sure you find this quite funny and ironic. No, go ahead, you can laugh." Oh he remembers the druids of the emerald grove, the attack. The irony, that one would stand before him again after a hundred years trapped as rats.

"Call it poetic justice or whatever you like."