'Right… they don't know.'
The siblings had been silently listening to the entire conversation. Atticus could easily imagine their confusion, since they had no context for any of it.
He felt Ozeroth's gaze settle on him, and he gave a subtle nod in reassurance.
'They're my slaves. We can trust them.'
Over the next few moments, as Atticus calmly explained everything, Zair suddenly shot to his feet in outrage.
"This is an outrage! How dare they!"
He was visibly furious at the mere thought of Ozeroth's sister being placed in such a position.
'I suppose that's only natural.'
Atticus thought. He had already sensed the dutiful elder brother nature from Zair, the same image Ozeroth himself constantly tried to embody.
As Zair continued venting his fury, Atticus suddenly felt a strange wave brush past him.
'Hm?'
He frowned and glanced back, only for his eyes to widen.
"We need to move."
