22.Feb.13, 06:55 PM
S'kef was surprised the first few times he encountered that sentiment, but by now he almost expected it. How pathetic and fear-driven these bronzeriders all were! Perhaps they merely feared conflict, but he figured it more likely that they feared for their lives. What cowards.
Shut out again he said softly, feeling Tyrrisath's gentle inquiry in the back of his mind. I'm not too surprised. Either they're actually afraid to get involved, or we're even more hated than we thought. There was a hint of amusement there. S'kef didn't fear being hated, though a lack of allies was frustrating to say the least. He had enough casual support, but it was time for these small-minded fools to get over D'ren already. The man was no better than dead.
He needed to maintain his outside civility, of course. "You're hardly the first to express that exact attitude," S'kef commented passively. It still baffled him for bronzeriders to show so little ambition. It was good for him, he figured, but shards! What a waste on their part! "Perhaps it's wise, in this climate...There's a lot of confusion and mistrust," he muttered, not bothering to clarify what exactly he meant by the observation. It was true...getting involved was likely dangerous. It was good to now friend from enemy, and to know who wasn't a factor at all.
The bronzerider was no longer of any use to him, but to dismiss himself too suddenly would be rude and unseemly. Hhe folded his hands neatly behind him and turned his eyes to the sky, watching as Tyrrisath swooped across the field to snatch a herdbeast. S'kef watched for a few silent moment, admiring his dragon's power, before speaking up again. "It's a shame about D'ren, though. Have you any thoughts on who might be responsible?" S'kef was genuinely curious. He'd been watching the population like a hawk and almost greedily stalking any clues that were reported. It seemed like everyone had an opinion or at least suspicions, and he wasn't about to dismiss any of them.
Shut out again he said softly, feeling Tyrrisath's gentle inquiry in the back of his mind. I'm not too surprised. Either they're actually afraid to get involved, or we're even more hated than we thought. There was a hint of amusement there. S'kef didn't fear being hated, though a lack of allies was frustrating to say the least. He had enough casual support, but it was time for these small-minded fools to get over D'ren already. The man was no better than dead.
He needed to maintain his outside civility, of course. "You're hardly the first to express that exact attitude," S'kef commented passively. It still baffled him for bronzeriders to show so little ambition. It was good for him, he figured, but shards! What a waste on their part! "Perhaps it's wise, in this climate...There's a lot of confusion and mistrust," he muttered, not bothering to clarify what exactly he meant by the observation. It was true...getting involved was likely dangerous. It was good to now friend from enemy, and to know who wasn't a factor at all.
The bronzerider was no longer of any use to him, but to dismiss himself too suddenly would be rude and unseemly. Hhe folded his hands neatly behind him and turned his eyes to the sky, watching as Tyrrisath swooped across the field to snatch a herdbeast. S'kef watched for a few silent moment, admiring his dragon's power, before speaking up again. "It's a shame about D'ren, though. Have you any thoughts on who might be responsible?" S'kef was genuinely curious. He'd been watching the population like a hawk and almost greedily stalking any clues that were reported. It seemed like everyone had an opinion or at least suspicions, and he wasn't about to dismiss any of them.