It had been a little over a week since I had saved Gran from drowning in the river....
But why did I save him, I felt this imperative need to do so? Since when did I take an interest in the life of a filthy Orcus, if only my something didn't look like my father?
It was frustrating, I had been thinking about it for so many damn days, that I had even put my own aside, plus our plans to go to the north went to shit. The troops of the man they called the Duke had descended into the heart of Ireland, so in the end we were forced to go south.
As always I moved away from my people, to have a bit of calm, I was tired of everyone waiting for me to be their leader, but what good would it do to be one, if in the end the ones who decide are the damned cowardly elders, who forgot how to fight, those wretches filled their mouths with words of peace and prevailing, when they didn't even help our people in the purge of Sans Terre.
