❝ If thou had met my warriors... Thou wouldst understand.
Dignity comes not into it. They are a madness unto themselves.
It is easier this way; rest assured. ❞
Another beat of silence. What a silly thing to do for one’s warriors.
“I suppose that is true. Though surely there is a more dignified way to raise your troops morale than scrawling on the floor.”
ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ❝ They wouldst not continue to praise them, were they not.
Sometimes, high spirits and a smile art the most useful thing in dour times.
It made thou chuckle, did it not? ❞
ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤHe feels Radagon's eyes upon him, the question heavy in the air...
❝ Leaving a marker for my tarnished. They seem to find such messages useful. ❞
ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤA wistful look sits in his eyes and Serosh gives a gentle, rumbling growl of discontent. The claws find purchase in flesh again, though Godfrey remains indifferent.
ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ❝ Hurt we were, both of us... A vow and oath I swore.
I am needed. ❞
ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ❝ I carry weight enough on these shoulders, my lady; to add to that burden would be foolish and trifling, ❞ Godfrey carries no ill in his heart, not now nor ever. The sins he has committed were not born of hate, but from duty and a desire for valour.
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though cautious, she fears neither of them . she takes the trouble to offer a conciliatory inclination of her head to Serosh, and another to Godfrey himself .
it gives her a moment to observe and study the first Elden Lord with evident curiosity .
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ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤWhat she says next causes him to bristle, though.
ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ❝ I am aware of thy loss, Majesty. I would not think to deny thee of thy grief in it; I would ask thee not to speak ill of my Queen, though.
Not to me. ❞
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ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤGodfrey pulled a sliver of dried meat from his pouch and offered it to the canine.
ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ❝ Proud Aureus standeth at thy side, to keep thee from leaving mine in the clutches of death.
He hath earned a boon from my hand, I should think. ❞
ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ❝ Ah, let him be Cerwyn. 'Tis in the nature of an animal to want to be fed, ❞ Godfrey knelt to the wolf, but even then towered over him, offering a hand to give his scent.
ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ❝ Were it that man could so simply state as he desires... ❞
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“I have not granted him his treats for the day” The voice of The Leader of Godfrey’s Vanguard rang from behind as Sir Cerwyn stepped around his Lord’s side to gently flick the wolf on its snout
“Do not be begging our Lord like a starving street urchin.” He chides to the canine