Assurance

Tiella looked off into the darkness ahead considering Lunas words. At last she spoke,

"I do not think it is the elf in you he hates," she mused, "Nor the magic really... it is the loss of control. Majvoc is a man who chooses his own path and magic cuts through that choice like a knife. He feels powerless against it."

She paused for a moment to look at Luna, for all her power she was still so young and so lost in this alien world. It was easy to forget that.

"But he should not have struck you. It was inexcusable."

Balar listened in silence as he walked a few paces to the rear. If he had his way he would wring the neck of that damned sneak thief and be done with him. He turned to Garand who was walking nearby and gave him a nod.

"How's the leg?" he asked.