Was that supposed to be a threat?
If it was, then… it was almost cute.
I wasn't naïve enough to miss the underlying intent behind his approach. His words, his tone, his manner of circling around the subject—it was all too transparent. He hadn't come to exchange pleasantries with a land-dweller like me. No, it was obvious he carried the same question Wannre had cautiously brought up before.
The mutiny.
It didn't take much to piece it together. He was one of the many dissatisfied with Wannre's rule, one of those simmering beneath the surface, waiting for the right spark to ignite their rebellion. He was here to weigh me, to pull me in, to see if my presence in Aquis Vanlur could serve their cause. I would have staked everything I had that my assumption was right.
