March of the Volunteers

[Sage]

Tryidan's youthful eyes widened as the staff changed hands, and then was poked and prodded by his mother. He only vaguely heard Soren referencing him in some capacity, and while he felt the need to retaliate verbally, or dare an assault he was too fixated on the forfeited object of power to care. A very small, but growing part of him tried to turn away, and eventually he was able to do so. He turned his back on his brother, the foreigner, his mother. He tried to think of his sister's lot in this, to break his mesmerizing torturer's hold on him.

" It would indeed be wise to apologize, by word and deed, Brother. "




((OOC: Sorreh, o.x; My friend I haven't seen in a while came home for Thanksgiving and kidnapped me, just got home.))

[Kirin]

Chizuru was a little reluctant. How was she supposed to know what the heck a Vuri was? Perhaps that was what these people called themselves. She just remained respectfully silent as Caela cast her magic and spoke to Soren. Her mind began to wander, then her gaze snapped to Soren. He was three weeks old?

She bowed deeply to Caela. "I thank you for your hospitality. May karma favor you and your's." She said quietly, standing once more. "I will make sure that this staff is safe. I will find a way to keep you informed of Soren's progress."

Chizuru was finding that she was exhausted already. It must be that way around barbarians. They drain you.