[INN] The Frosthide Inn
As Lukas - no, Verbannt - spoke of those who he had once belonged to, Tidelan understood better now why he did not use the name 'Lukas'. The barbarian made a mental note to use the proper name, even in his own mind. He also recalled having promised in his heart to do so previously. Wait, hadn't he addressed him as 'Friend Lukas' this morning? That had been a mistake!
Then, the bugbear showed his conviction and intent as he leaned forward and grabbed Tidelan's wrist. The genasi did not stop him, he trusted the man that this was important enough to warrant a show of force. Among warriors, this much was okay.
Then, came the revelations that Verbannt had suffered and held for so long. Tidelan traced his story with a path through his own memories. Yes, back when they had first come to town, the bugbear had not shown his ability to Skinwalk. Tidelan had never considered this, and had assumed that like himself, the bugbear had been blessed by the strength that protecting this town provided and gained the power recently just as Tidelan had.
That had been incorrect, Tidelan now learned. Verbannt had gained the same power as Tidelan by the taking of his blood. The genasi recalled being felled by the hobgoblins on one of his first battles. He hated that moment, not because it hurt, but because it had steered too close to a destiny where he was not who he was now. Back then, he had still been the young man who had fled his homeland and sailed on open waters for months and months... that boy had no strength, and no magic... He hadn't been touched by Annwn, let alone Gaea... It wasn't until his time in the forest that he had ascended to his position. But still, he hadn't found his pride and his sense of power until he had found himself drawn to battle with those whom were now 'friends'.
Taking of the blood... What did that mean? Perhaps Verbannt had drunk it, or ingested it from the snow? Perhaps it was something he had done in his mind or soul, and not with his body? It hurt slightly to hear that Verbannt had not thought of him as anything, and that he had been jealous. But, that was not betrayal. Tidelan had not considered many people whom he now thought of as worthy fighters.
As he listened, he was reminded of a man named Victor who had recently come to town. Tidelan had not thought of him as much, because those that came here were never as strong as he.
Yet, he had seen Victor fight and realized he held strength, and would get stronger too.
Thus, in his words and in his heart, Tidelan did not agree that it was wrong to think lowly of the weak. It was wrong to be cruel, but you could not tell a titan that he was the same as a bug. If one was above another, they should act how they see fit. Tidelan thought the most moral thing was to protect the weak, but he did not consign everyone to that fate. As long as they did not stir evil in his home, he would leave them be.
With just that, Tidelan made peace with Verbannt's previous opinion of him. It was not wrong now that they were friends, because it had not been wrong of him then.
Next, the bugbear explained how wrong it was for the genasi's blood to awaken a gift which should not have been present. Tidelan almost smiled despite the scenario, but held it back. His blood was superior to the fabled Matriarchs of Verbannt's people? This made him very proud, yet it also filled him with worry as Verbannt's next words came.
He told of dreams of blood, thorns and darkness. Those were prophetic dreams of evil, then. It could not be clear if they were real omens, or just guilt manifest. Perhaps neither, and simply the flights of fancy that the mind often went through as it passed through the realm of the Fey, where dreams and reality intermingled.
Verbannt seemed worried, and so Tidelan was as well. If they had been bound to see this darkness together, Tidelan could not blame the bugbear. He had not acted with the intent for this, and so it was what was called 'an unforeseen mistake'. Still, it was clear his intentions had been bad, but the two were not equivalent. One could not demand a sinner accept all the sins of the world, surely?
Tidelan thought in quiet for a while before answering. "That is much thoughts for me to speak of." he admitted. It was hard for him to organize enough words in this language to communicate, and so it took him time when speaking with Honor. Though, when speaking from the Heart, it must be okay to relax on those things?
Thus, Tidelan spoke next in a strange way, "Vanelvar, " then Tidelan emitted a sound of absolute rage, but it was muffled as though it wasn't true "you puer your lepala cernos, Verbannt. It is not nelyo puervo to casva your cernos, " then Tidelan emitted a noise that sounded how pleading felt, like your heart was burning, like a wet flame in the front of your self overbearing and with an anticipative tone. It was a strange sound, clearly Primordial.
He paused and thought, "Puer your, " a heady and soft rush of air came from his lips, causing dizziness, "Valo " a sound of aggressive fires "venyou, friend Verbannt."
Finally, the genasi stopped and seemed to realize how stupid his words sounded. He gave a sad smile, and cleared his throat, speaking slowly as he built the sentence as he went. "Ah, my heart words are not beautiful for the ears. I desire that you believe they are beautiful in my heart." the genasi looked sad, likely because he could never share a sentiment without diluting it through words he did not connect with. "I do not desire you to have shame for me. If my blood does help my friends, I will bleed a lake." Tideland smiles, and his eyes shine with affection.
"If your dreams do give you fear, I believe you can kill them. Kill any truth that is from your dreams. If you dream that you spill blood that you do not desire to spill, in truth, you must not spill that blood. Your heart is of yours, Verbannt, no care if your honor is not."