Tycondrius felt his mana circulating as his suspicion mounted.
He was certain his eyes shone gold as he carefully observed Rena's expression.
The young Tyrion girl stared back, unafraid.
Her eyes, one whole and one not quite so... they were filled with concern.
"I... don't know why you're here..." She said-- "in this place, I mean."
She dropped her gaze to the river sand and sandaled feet, her voice shrinking to a bare whisper... "but... it's probably not for a good reason."
A good reason?
Absolutely not.
Tycon laughed heartily-- shocking Rena out of her gloomy demeanor.
"Wh-what's so funny?" She shook his arm, looking particularly displeased.
"You surmise correctly," Tycon smiled warmly as he patted her hand, "My reasons for visiting this hell stem from pure selfishness. I am not a good person-- when exactly did you discern so?"
