#master sollis

In the halls of the sixth order

Sollis: Where's Sendahl?

Vaelin: Doing stuff

Sollis: Oh for fucks sake. Where's Nysa?

Vaelin: Trying to stop Northa from doing stuff

Sollis: Are you shitting with me boy? Where is that big brute Barkus then?

Vaelin: Trying to stop Caenis from stopping Northa from doing stuff

Sollis *with a deep sigh*: And Dentos?

Vaelin: Trying to stop Barkus from stopping Caenis from stopping Northa from doing stuff... You know just for the fun of it

Sollis: And what by the anchestors are you doing?

Vaelin: I'm trying to stop you, from stopping Dentos, from stopping Barkus, from stopping Caenis, from stopping Northa from doing stuff

Sollis: ...

Vaelin:

Sollis: You little shit better run

Bonus:

Sollis rounding the same corner an hour later, watching Northa, Dentos and Barkus snickering in front of their bedroom door in the tower

Sollis: Anchestors give me strength what are you doing here? Where's Sorna?

Northa *smiling*: Doing stuff

Sollis *muttering*: You can't kill them half of them is useful and the other half is required to keep it that way.

Sollis: Well where's Nysa?

Dentos and Barkus *bursting into tears*:

Northa *deadpanning*: He's stuff

"He had many names. Although yet to reach his thirtieth year, history had seen fit to bestow him Titels aplenty:

Sword of the Realm to the mad king who sent him to plague us,

The Young Hawk to the man who followed him through trials of war,

Darkblade to his Cumbraelin enemies,

And, as I was to learn much later, Beral Shak Ur to the enigmatic tribes of the Great Northern Forest - the Shadow of the Raven."