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Kir frowned, noticeably, as the was lead back towards the Gryph. One might have thought it was the discussion they'd been having. Neveah's stubbornness or the prospect of flying on the gryph back home. The old werebear hadn't seemed much of anything else aside from a grump. Yet none of those...

Kir let his head lull from side to side for a moment as though he were considering. "Don't know much about book learning." Libraries and the sort had never been much of a game that he played well. But information was the key to most sieges, it would not be any different for this one. The more...

It was comical, really. She was a head and a half shorter than him. It almost looked as though Neveah was a child reaching up to her father. He towered over her, and then he shrugged. "Every job ends some day." He told her plain and simple. "This one might last a little longer." Kir wasn't in...

Coin. What was the weight of wealth? Of payment. Of all the jobs he had ever done? A part of him wondered if he even cared. If the money was the reason he did anything at all. A thousand reasons had stacked up in his mind. Winding tunnels that stood now as pillars. Why he did what he did. Why...

Kir frowned for a moment. "I think you should do what you think is best." It was a non answer, he knew. "I won't pretend to know more than...well her." He gestured towards the Hearth-mother who was undoubtedly disapproving. "I never saw a war won without soldiers, but you say you got plenty of...

Kir scoffed, but he didn't say what was on his mind. He'd heard his share of prophecies and foretellings. There was no shortage of them back home, or around the whole of the world for that matter. Most of the time he found them the dealings of shambles and charlatans, though he supposed no one...

Kir was glad that someone else finally said what he'd been pointing out all along. He knew the Princess didn't like it. Knew the Royal Family didn't like it, but truth was one person had never much made a shade of difference in the midst of a war. Not by wielding a single weapon. "I keep...

"Fear often leads to hesitation." Kir commented dryly, though he wasn't entirely sure that was why the Vizier had hesitated in drawing his blade over Neveah's throat. Self-preservation was the key to all men, but that...that incident had been strange. The Vizier had not been inhuman, not one of...

Kir answered plainly. "An assassination attempt." For a brief moment he paused, then changed his answer. "Two assassination attempts." The first, of course, had come at the party. Offered by the hands of one of the monsters. The second had come in the Kitchens, when the Vizier and his lacky...

Kir's expression did not change as they stepped forward towards the hearthmother. He offered one last glance back towards the gryph, his eyes narrowing slightly. I should eat you. The Werebear thought differently, though he of course did not say it out loud. Even more so than in the city he...

"Ah." Kir's fingers released almost immediately. It wasn't that he minded flying. Wait no, that was entirely it. The whole process was entirely unnatural. Man was meant to keep its feet on the ground, not up in the sky. If it were otherwise then they would have wings. "Right." He said. The...

Kir didn't have to be told twice. The beast they were riding on was about as unsafe as sailing a ship into the middle of a storm. As far as he was concerned he was already dead. In fact as they soared through the air the giant of a man clamped his eyes shut. In his mind he recited a small...

Kir didn't respond to the last of her words. He knew what she was trying to do, and he was not about to throw her out the window or anything, but he had enough friends over the years. Lost enough of them too. He didn't need someone else to meet the same fate too. Without another word he...

"They're dead." Kir said plainly, finally. "How could you possibly help?" There was not a single consideration that she might somehow help him with his plight. That he could be 'better'. Kir had accepted his fate, knew what he was, what the beast within him wanted. In an odd sort of way he had...

Kir stopped. Froze. He knew that she meant it. Knew that she wanted to hear some deep truth. It was something that he had heard before. Something that others had told him before they understood. Before they knew what he really was. "The beast took me." He said plainly. "Consumed me." That...