His grandfather’s hand braced his unsteady shoulder, but not for false reassurance. ‘You were picked as my heir for your clever intelligence! Force of arms cannot hope to win our salvation. The man who knows when to run can be wise, and for that, take your place at this council.’
The clans’ beleaguered efforts would not stand unsupported: sprung from blood lineages, each endowed with a talent to safeguard the land, everyone present sensed the sudden change that unfolded as Asandir’s remote work reached completion.
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