Jeroden's reaction to Roland refusing to fight him had the somewhat predictable response he'd hoped for. Somewhere deep in the boy's mind was a sense of honor that hadn't been completely destroyed by his father, Roland had gambled his life on it.
Still, there was something odd about his behavior the night before, something Roland hadn't noticed before. The boy was fighting something and fighting hard. He'd almost cut down that strange woman right on the streets of Stormwind, but something had held him back.
It was the only explanation that made sense, whatever monster that had so corrupted his father years past had now set eyes on his son. It confirmed two things, that Kaeion was actually dead and that Jer was still somewhere in there.
It made the older warrior wonder, was it too late? Was there a way to stop his inevitable transformation into the same beast that had taken his father?
Roland had failed the boy, in many things, something that had been gnawing at what little conscience he had left since Jeroden had found him. He had thought of little else but his past since he'd run into his former step son, part of the reason he wanted to go home now.
Still, a part of him wondered if there was a way to stop whatever was literally eating the boys mind. Was it too late? Was it even possible? Kaeion had been far too gone to even contemplate such a thing, but Jer seemed to be fighting it still.
He knew if he at least tried to help the boy, his conscience might give him at least a slight reprieve.
Roland had little knowledge of such things, but there was one person he knew that could perhaps help, the problem was he hadn't seen her in almost a year. She seemed to have vanished as she was apt to do on occasion. He needed to find her, and he had an inkling on where to start, another reason to return home.
