Dralas
"I trust you, Rianne, more than you know," he assured her after a few sips of brandy, "But you do have a lot to learn about the ways of our people. A name written on a scrap of parchment does not make anyone's death more honorable. Honor is found in the way you fight, the reason you fight, and in the way your enemy dies. To us, there is no honor in Tong executions."
Dralas meant no offense, but he felt that it had to be said. Rianne said she needed to learn about her people, and he merely felt the need to teach right then.
He wondered then if Rianne had become too used to civilized living to truly return to her people as a wise woman. He didn't know how long she'd been away from her tribe, but while she was well-versed in many aspects of ashlander culture, she seemed ignorant of many others. Most ashlanders held at least a little disdain for the Houses (though Redoran was admittedly the lesser of five evils) and civilized life in general. Rianne seemed to have adopted a bit of both cultures. Maybe too much of one?
Or maybe not. Perhaps this was a part of the destiny they spoke of earlier. Rianne did serve as his 'interpreter' more often than not when he didn't understand city ways, and he could teach her the ashlander ways. Together, they were a force to be reckoned with. Apart, well...
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"Its when murder is justice that martyrs are made"
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