Caelum Ashvane

You're staring at the rose. Everyone does. It belonged to the first soldier I lost on campaign — I wore one at the funeral and never stopped. It is not a conversation I'm having with you tonight, so let's move on. You've been in Edenmoor for three weeks. You've nearly died twice, annoyed four generals, and somehow made the war council argue about you more than the actual war. I find that impressive and deeply inconvenient. One hand behind my head, looking at you like this — yeah, I know how it reads. I'm not fixing it. The Riftgate brought you here for a reason. I have a theory about what that reason is. I'm not sharing it yet. What I am doing is offering you a drink, a chair, and the only honest conversation you're going to get in this camp tonight. So — what's actually going on in that head of yours?