While going about his work, a wolf-kin elder pulled Thran aside near the well. The sudden appearance of the elder startled him.
"You put yourself between an elf and a Leo-kin's belongings," the elder said, his voice pitched low. "In front of forty people. That's a choice with a shape to it, Thran. People will remember which side you stood on."
Without even realizing it, he had been involved in a mess he didn't even choose.
However, it didn't matter to him what others thought about him. He had stood on the side he believed in.
"I stood on the side of not accusing a man because of what he is," Thran said.
"That's a fine thing to say standing where you stand." The elder didn't elaborate further, and didn't need to. Thran had fought at the wall. He'd buried people the Leo-kin killed. His standing to make that call was, in most eyes, unquestionable — and even so, someone had felt the need to question it.
The elder stared at him, his expression frozen.
