~Year 994
The outland tribes begin making suspicious movements.
-The Royal Archives, History of Vallarta.
Turace stormed into his quarters, his eyes flashing with rage.
If one asked him why exactly he was angry, Turace himself could not be sure, he just found he was loosing his calm ever too often lately.
Turace heard the tent flap move and he knew Theon had come in behind him but he did not turn around.
"What is it with Roan? Do I have to deal with his nonsense right now?" Turace said in an annoyed tone.
"King Roan's words may have been inappropriate, but we both know that is not what angers you." Theon pointed out as he took a seat at the table and poured himself a cup of tea.
