Peculiar

Sentinel Island - Horse Bay

The woman understood his words. They were not the pure Vauxian she had learned but neither was her Helian the same now compared to the evolution of the language after almost 200 years in exile.

She wasn't sure yet what to make of the man. His words were sharp and eloquent, a far cry from the man that had turned to his horse when she pointed at him and had struggled with his staff when mounting and dismounting. Maybe it was all an act. Maybe he was slightly touched.

But than again they had not been sure what to expect. Only that a Vaux was now in Arcadia and needed to be captured. The fact that he travelled with someone that carried the ancient weapons of the Inquisition attested that maybe after all these years they were still their lackeys, their weapons.

It was not for her to decide what came next. She had done her duty although part of her wished she had finished the others, duty to the people came first. Duty to ensure their bloodline survived. That they kept the Ancient One at bay.

She did not reply, simply gesturing with her head towards him. Two large men entered the stone circle and grabbed the Vauxian by the arms lifting him up.

The elders would decide what came next. She watched as the young man was marched away into the Hole.