‘ I COULD ASK THE SAME OF YOU , ‘ nerevar says , standing next to sotha sil & handing him his glasses . let it never be questioned that indoril nerevar , general & hortator , loves his people with all of his heart . yet there is a residual anger , frustration in the way his culture is interwoven with ideas of strength or needless courage . he lets his own flicker of flame spread to life in his palm , the only spell he can cast , & is content to just stand there .
‘ i hope you realize you’re one of the strongest people i know , ‘ he says , voice hushed against the chatter of the insects around them . ‘ you have saved so many already with your great intelligence & research . ‘ he smiles , offering a kind expression to sotha sil in some hope to comfort him . the stars , mere tears offering glimpses of divinity , look on in apathy , & something about it seems beautiful to nerevar . ‘ you know , i only learned how to read last frostfall . voryn had to teach me . ‘
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