Forgive

Erik had reached his limit, the way Luna defended Miles was wearing his patience thin.
Her final comment however, struck a nerve within him and he calmed.
"Fair enough elf. The future may yet find resolution."
He found himself looking over to Dyvia, the two had many reasons to despise each other, yet they had formed a bond with the short time they had known each other.
"My thoughts on humans have yet to change, generations of damage have seen to that, and his disrespect of Jormungandr only reinforces it. Miles Crow, I would apologize for my rash words, the temper of a Jotun is rarely tempered."
The sudden revelation brought Garand to mind, the rogue had gone against what he thought of him, yet he still couldn't remove the base rage towards him.
Kespin appeared beside the armored warrior, inspecting his armor closely.
"DO tell, how long would you hide your secrets, even when we approach deaths gate?"