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“What profit? An abundant supply from Malador will only lower the value of pyrestone from the Karna. How long do you think the battalions will carry on this war when it stops being profitable? This won’t last.”
“Then I can’t ask anything else of you. Good luck, Jagdor.” Fulren held out his hand. It was there for some moments, long enough for him to think Lancelin might ignore the gesture, before he took it in his iron grip. “Good luck to you, son,” Lancelin said. “Now let’s end this uprising.”
Definitely a spoiler but the first moment Lancelin acknowledges Fulren as his son.
“Whatever you’re going to do, Hawkspur, do it now,” growled Mallum. Fulren could see his dark bulk hunkering behind the shield, the scant outline of his face fixed with grim resolve. “You should have let me do this alone, Mallum,” Fulren snapped. “Now we’ll both die.” The grim Titanguard barked a mirthless laugh. “I should have perished with my emperor, boy. To die avenging him is a poor substitute, but it’s all I have left. Now fucking blow this thing.”
Got to love the rare old soldiers in the world and in stories. I sure hope this isn't the last we see of Fulren too. But if so, what a way to go out!
