Azier looked off into the distance at the fortress-like city that glowed in the night's darkness like a soft fire that lit up the towers that were posted around the perimeters.
He sighed as he pressed his cheek into his palm and thought about all the ways and the things he could say that would not immediately upset, or confuse him. If Ilsandra had told his dearest older brother about his past, Azier had no doubt she would exaggerate and already have Dagon angry with him.
Perhaps he could try to sneak in and talk to Dagon on his own? However - that felt like a good way to get stabbed or beheaded from the pure shock he'd give.
All that mattered as being able to talk to him - so why had it felt more complicated than than?
