Graceful Rooms of Alabaster Stone
08-27-2013, 02:30 PM
He was given a dip of the head in response to his words and the youth received one in return, the first civilized sign the two had given to each other since having started talking. Something to be proud of. Well I'm certain you can ascertain much from what I've said. I am one of a band of rogues who were once the ruling family of Glaciem. I am a Legacy - but a forgotten one, and perhaps that is alright. I am yet to make my place in the world, simply because the world seems too chaotic to be understood. Glaciem was his home. Or, had been his home once upon a time. Taurig was curious to know how the boy's once home had been lost from his family's possession, but given the reaction it was had provoked earlier, the Knight wasn't so sure he was keen on getting another reaction like that again. So he kept his questions to himself, nodding in acknowledgement to the boy's first set of words. I know this probably doesn't mean much coming from a practical stranger, but if Glaciem was under my control, I would've handed it back to you and your family. I really have no place living there, now that I know that it belonged to your family. If I may, I do extend a welcome to come and see your home. If my father puts any kind of protests, I will take care of it. He hadn't been sure about voicing that particular train of thought, but he didn't see much harm in doing so, even if he really couldn't do anything in respect to giving them their home back. Maybe one day once his father got tired of Glaciem, he could take over it and hand it back to the Snow Rogues. Talk like this |