'Perhaps you have spent too long in the swamp with the rest of your kin. Time in civilization will straighten you out.' 'The rest of my--? I'm still a son of the Empire, father. I'm still your son.' 'A lizard who lays with men is no son of mine.' '... "The honour of House Avexus is writ in glorious battle". If I walk through the crucible of war and still outlive you- a feeble old man long past his prime- then I will be more of a son than you could have ever dreamed of.'
-- Gramis and Alesander Avexus, in a terse exchange; tears gleam in Alesander's eyes, as his father turns away and stares into the flames, before he leaves in disgust.
















