Pre-Party Rumble [Valhallan Fighters]

He sat quietly, listening as each spoke, listening to Regulus’s response to Artur’s queries. As Regulus turned the conversation over to himself and his sister, Paladin straightened and studied the young man. “Dragon challenged for Valor during the raid, attacked him outright. Valor lost and Justice attacked Dragon. She blinded the man. Unfortunately, Valor was never found. They took him, but we never saw him again. Regulus wanted the pack to be stable again before he went after Valor, but in the time that passed, an Abraxas wolf challenged for Talis, and won. But Valor never returned. I don’t know what happened to him, if he chose to leave, or if he died. I can only hope that he one day shows up on the border.”

Where was his brother? Had Val, after going through being attacked by a mad-woman, witnessing her murdering their father and he nearly dying himself in his flight for safety, only to be taken prisoner by their own cousin while he defended Celestial in the raid… simply decided never to return? Perhaps it had all been too much. As backwards as it might have sounded, Paladin hoped that was the case. It was better than thinking, or finding out, that his brother had died on the way to Talis’ territory.

He shifted slightly, edging closer to his sister as he glanced at her. The only sibling he had left, despite her fiery, prickly nature.