“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.
