Mikael sat in the meeting unaware of the conversations going on around him, the words drifting by unnoticed. Thoughts seethed through the Hand leader's mind, one question burning at the center, "Who?"
"Family is Power," his father's words echoed in his head. Those words had meant little to him…until he saw his own son dead before him. Now, all of Mikael's plans and desires had been forgotten. Only one plan, only one desire existed now…Vengeance. Anger began to swell in him, replacing the unfamiliar remorse, and the tired mercenary knew that rage was soon to follow.
Taking a calming breath, Mikael looked around the room. Spotting Aedon, a new thought came to him. Perhaps his sometime enemy knew something…anything that might help him find his child's murderer. For two years now he had searched with nothing to show for it. For all he knew, the killer could be someone in this very Hall. Paranoia began to grip him as he scanned the faces of those around the meeting room. Who would dare strike at him in such an open manner?
Suddenly unable to stand the cacophony, Mikael rose and made his way out into the open air. Without a word he joined Saviel at a nearby tavern- hoping that the ale might dull his thoughts, at least for a time.
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"Family is Power," his father's words echoed in his head. Those words had meant little to him…until he saw his own son dead before him. Now, all of Mikael's plans and desires had been forgotten. Only one plan, only one desire existed now…Vengeance. Anger began to swell in him, replacing the unfamiliar remorse, and the tired mercenary knew that rage was soon to follow.
Taking a calming breath, Mikael looked around the room. Spotting Aedon, a new thought came to him. Perhaps his sometime enemy knew something…anything that might help him find his child's murderer. For two years now he had searched with nothing to show for it. For all he knew, the killer could be someone in this very Hall. Paranoia began to grip him as he scanned the faces of those around the meeting room. Who would dare strike at him in such an open manner?
Suddenly unable to stand the cacophony, Mikael rose and made his way out into the open air. Without a word he joined Saviel at a nearby tavern- hoping that the ale might dull his thoughts, at least for a time.
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