Something about the creature’s accepting nudges gave me the courage to keep speaking. “My sister… she died a little over five years ago. I’m the one who found her blood-covered room. And the dead veilhound at our house weeks before—a harbinger of her death, I think. Even before that, I was always on guard. We were once one of the most powerful elven houses in Avalinth, and both my father and sister were leaders in the movement to try and restore that power. So we had no shortage of enemies.”
Phew. I already like Karys again. Yes girl, spill your secrets to your fire god. Let’s get the hidden agendas trope out of the way finally.
