Thalric didn't smile or smirk at Asher's question; he simply remained expressionless, much like many other members of the Wargrave family. Just as Asher had ignored his statement earlier, Thalric ignored Asher's question entirely, as though he hadn't heard a single word. His face was unreadable, stoic, calm, almost lifeless, the kind of composure that only those born into the Wargrave bloodline seemed to master.
He began to move forward, his steps unhurried yet deliberate. Slowly, he walked past Asher as though his younger brother were nothing more than air. Ice cracked beneath his boots, the sound sharp and crisp in the quiet aftermath of battle. He passed Doris's headless corpse without sparing it even the faintest glance, as if she had been nothing more than a fleeting nuisance, insignificant in the grand design of things.
