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"It's not a bad idea," Princess Emer commented, liking the thought of it, and perhaps missing the better days with her beloved husband, and yet... "However, with your ríastrad still in tact, it wouldn't be good for a woman to get her skin harmed at a time like this. In bed, I would not have denied that request, for now you have to forgive me, Cú." Instead, she took his barbed hand, briefly kissed the back of it and hurried with her steps.

As for that one grumpy cousin, he's up front... rolling his eyes to no end.

Finding the exit, Conall Cernach grinned widely and kicked the tree branch nearby in their small victory. To his strength, it fell off and have been removed from its attachment to the ground. Before it could completely touch the floor, he carried it and pushed it upwards. Anyone nearby could tell that it would no longer hold, so he gave it a rest and accepted that he got overjoyed. Behind them, the path they took suddenly vanished, as if it had been closed from the inside and no proof of it ever existing had stayed. He exhaled sharply. Even though he'd taken that route for many times now, this is the only instance wherein it worked mysteriously.

"Guess that's better than being dead meat. Still, that's got to be the oddest thing to ever happen today." Wait. No. A recent discovery has made it pale in comparison. "Luck's on our side, folks! My chariot's still here." The Ulaid walked closer to a pair of horses with a carriage tied on a large rock and rubbed each of their necks. "You two, let's hop on."

Having to talk about the past urged him to be sentimental for a moment. This is his homeland, yet nothing smelled of his previous life here. Everything had been familiar, from the texture of the sand and to the white noise that filled the air. Still, it left him empty. He was never truly alone in the past, often in the company of his men and family. To be among people he held no meaningful connection with, save for the Master, had him gazing at his gloved hands while half of his body remained submerged in salt water. Trusting his companions was no issue. Still, he couldn't find it in himself to completely rely on them for anything else.

Far from the playful men, he decided to give such troublesome thoughts a rest. He does not know the things he'd do if ever they come across his wife. She could end up being an enemy of theirs, or possibly fight the 'him' of this time. Those two concerns could easily be done and shrugged off. But what of his children? What if he has to endure another moment of allowing his own daughter to kill herself? Will his loyalty to the Master waver?

Too cool his head off, he sunk further into the waters.

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INTERLUDE UNLOCKED. SPOILERS AHEAD!

The harmless footprints on the sand had been washed away by the clear inconsiderate waves. It was a horrid reminder that regardless of one's act, within time it will be forgotten and unabashedly buried with no proof of such life existing in the end. Even so, numerous instances of surpassed miracles have evidently transpired as the years went by. The boy admitted this to himself, yet he still did not doubt that the marks he left with his steel boots on the wet sand will soon fade, and perhaps replaced by someone else's.

He held the weapon firmly upon his bruised hand, doused with the blood of many and his own. It was a product of seemingly unending violence, a natural aspect of war that a fighter like him could not come to deny. Lives were taken, men were deprived of seconds to further waste. There was no reason to lament. How many people have died by his hands? If he compelled himself to count, he would lose his mind and crumble beyond it. After all, it had always been like this.

"So, what do you require of me?"

The boy gazed at the ever-moving tide before him and spoke, "Autonomy."

With an astounded expression, the creature laughed mockingly. The boy did not even look at him. The stare was sturdily dedicated to the dawn in front of them instead. How conceited. Somehow this prompted him to inquire further when he normally would not otherwise. For the sake of satiating his own wicked curiosity, elaboration is a must. The boy has no other choice but to reveal his own intentions after all or suffer the lack of assistance and accept the inevitability of his emptiness. How cruel would that be? This, in other words, provide a visible support to the boy's ideal. If he had come this far, then he must be willing to do his utmost to receive the creature's guidance and gracious gift regardless of what is needed in return.

"And this wish is deserving to be heard for what reason, I wonder?"

Golden eyes possessed a determined glint. The boy's glance could only belong to one who's destined to become nothing but a person of regal nature. It is a fate designated from birth, a glory made true through the manifestation of the signs. It was sung by the bards, commanded by The Fili, foretold by a banfháith, seen by the druids and written by the poets. They all saw the same star and prayed the words 'Imbas forosnai'.

You are not a King. You are The King.

"For a man cannot live without love, and a man cannot love without anyone to love."

The creature grimaced, disgusted by the words he had the displeasure of hearing. He expected that the boy would state the obvious and give an expected reason for the arrival. Instead, he was met with a golden surprise. He was told Kings were far from emphatic. He had been close to assuming the same from the way the boy stood; shoulder raised and armored back isolated from his companions. Not that he had anyone left to begin with.

"...and the price you are willing to pay, Boy King?"

The boy intended to humor the creature with a low jest. However, that would be extremely foolish. He hoped to reveal himself free from any chains and hindrances. That is why he would not speak of the wealth he had accumulated, nor would he come to share some knowledge. The creature would have no need for gold and resources, and anything the boy could bring himself to tell, the creature would have already known from miles and millennium away.

"My life. You must surmise the extent and depth of this. I have no one to abandon, no one to come home to. Were I to disappear, I will not be remembered or sought. Standing near you, breathing and arrogantly alive, is naught but an insult to those who have died in vain for I have no wish to further live beyond this. To once again seek the return of the sun but no one to sing its beauty towards. I thought if I survived, that would be enough. I could not die before for I could not abandon my people. However, I am now alone. Everyone has perished, and a King is not a King without his fellows to protect."

The creature trembled and had recognized fear for the first time.

A human who have nothing to lose could commit the gravest of crimes after all.

#thetain2018 #ch2: spoilers

is there a list of all NPCs one can encounter

WHICH ONE OF YOUF UCKERS SENT THIS

Well, there’s no such list. If such a list was available, I wouldn’t know where it is. So far we’ve already revealed like what??? 50% or 70% of the NPC list?