There were many things that Epiphron knew that Kismet probably wouldn't take too well if he was to discover. The first evidently was the fact that whilst he was Adravendi by name and loyalty, by blood the family that lay claim to him was Armada. It certainly wouldn't change his feelings at all on matters, though it would be a sad day in his life if he ever came to learnt that.
It was surely his mother's apparent betrayal to this family that would shake him the most though. He knew she had befriended Roman Armada, and joined the woman's pack. She was apparently different to her father, their father technically speaking, though it was still a choice that he had never quite gotten on board with. It of course wasn't enough for him to be completely disgusted though if he knew of the challenge and his mother's support of Isardis, well Kismet certainly would have been less than happy. Epiphron fighting with Azalea surely wouldn't please him either, but even though he had never met Syrinx, had Kismet been present at that death match he would had stood on the same side as the rest of the Adravendi's.
Epiphron was evidently familiar with Valhalla, a fond tone falling across her voice as she repeated the name of the pack and stated she had been born there. "I was too." He answered. He would have shared the same sentiment as well, that somehow it could have been made that he had never left the pack, life had gotten a lot more complicated after that first challenge.
Epiphron would mention Erani now and he would nod his head once more, a soft smile falling across his features. Though he hadn't known the woman too well he owed her a lot. "Not too well, but she was the one who made the arrangements to get me and my brother out of Glaciem." He told her. "I think I would have liked to have known her better."
