do u ever leave a social situation and think "wow that was not my best work"?

His trip to Ethne had been... surprisingly eventful. More eventful than perhaps he would have liked. To be tasked with dropping off a package, running an errand, and to have it turn into that? Well, it was far more than Dread was expecting. It was more than he knew how to really process, in these moments. The walk back was a long one, and while he'd planned on dropping by to see Deluge, this was more pressing. At least he had his priorities straight, right? It was midday when they finally returned to the Col, and Dread moved to seek his father out with the news.

"Dad?" Dread figured he'd check home, first. Though he was tired from the long walk, he wanted to let Warlord know he was back, and what he'd learned while he was down there. News of a murderer on the loose felt like something that shouldn't wait, even if that murderer was in Auster and not (yet) this far north. What did he even do with that news? Had he made a complete fool of himself with the way he'd handled things? Had he screwed up their entire relationship with Ethne? Had he fucked it? Only time would tell.

"Dread Fatalis"