His gaze no longer wavered, remaining locked on Chaele in emerald contemplation of the visitor with such poor manners. "Yes," he said simply in answer to both examples. "But that is not what happened here. If the school has been nurtured by a fishherd, if the log is from a tree that has been tended for decades, your destruction hurts the ones who have worked to protect them. It is... discourteous." Which was perhaps the kindest word he could have used under the circumstances. Still, he finally tilted his head in acknowledgment that she hadn't been part of the assault that had destroyed the distant tower.
At the mention of power he finally shifted, as if the part of him hidden by the water had moved over the shallow slope of the sandbank. "Safrin's power protects this place," he said slowly. He had already told her what other power lay in it. If she didn't believe him... "You may ask her yourself."
At the mention of power he finally shifted, as if the part of him hidden by the water had moved over the shallow slope of the sandbank. "Safrin's power protects this place," he said slowly. He had already told her what other power lay in it. If she didn't believe him... "You may ask her yourself."
