01-02-2016, 07:51 PM
He had of course known for some time something was off with the male standing before him. Had known that he spoke with an invisible friend (more invisible than what Hurricane’s own gift of invisibility might provide). And while he hadn’t particularly suspected the gray man of acting as spy, he had treated him with the caution he treated any newcomer of the Tundra. That is to say, he provided him with enough rope to either hang himself or make a ladder with which to climb.
In truth, had the man actually been spying on the Tundra, Hurricane likely would have noticed. He pays far too close attention to the comings and goings of the kingdom. The Tundra has very few places to hide, nor is it easy to slip in or out unnoticed. Which is likely why the Chamber had felt the need to plant a spy. Ravens are far too obvious. One could spot the birds from a mile away in this landscape, especially if one could fly as well. It is easy enough to avoid the birds. That, perhaps, is why the Chamber might not have noticed how ineffectual planting a spy might be. He has never been one to share sensitive information with a newcomer. Certainly Brynmor as yet has had no chance to gain any information worth sharing.
Besides, the Tundra has little to hide.
Ultimately however, he is actually glad the younger stallion has come forth with his tale. The thought of a spy within their ranks does not sit well with him, even if he did have the foresight to withhold potentially sensitive information from unproven newcomers.
Hurricane fixes a steely gaze upon the graying stallion, remaining silent throughout his confession. He does not respond immediately, lips thinned into a hard line as he studies the other man’s features. Finally, after a long, tense moment, he exhales on a sharp sigh.
”Can I assume then, that this confession means to wish to make your allegiance known?
His gaze slips then, flicking briefly to the caves visible in the distance. Were he a vindictive man, he might insist that Brynmor enter the caves today. Alas, he is not, nor has he ever been. If the man speaks true, then he would rather keep him whole and his mind as intact as it could be under the circumstances. The caves were not kind even under the best of circumstances. He would not wish to see the results in a situation like this. Regardless, if he truly wished to stay, he would need to enter them eventually.
”I won’t require you enter the caves now, though the time will come soon enough. Just be sure that when you do enter them, you hold no disloyalty in your heart.”
In truth, had the man actually been spying on the Tundra, Hurricane likely would have noticed. He pays far too close attention to the comings and goings of the kingdom. The Tundra has very few places to hide, nor is it easy to slip in or out unnoticed. Which is likely why the Chamber had felt the need to plant a spy. Ravens are far too obvious. One could spot the birds from a mile away in this landscape, especially if one could fly as well. It is easy enough to avoid the birds. That, perhaps, is why the Chamber might not have noticed how ineffectual planting a spy might be. He has never been one to share sensitive information with a newcomer. Certainly Brynmor as yet has had no chance to gain any information worth sharing.
Besides, the Tundra has little to hide.
Ultimately however, he is actually glad the younger stallion has come forth with his tale. The thought of a spy within their ranks does not sit well with him, even if he did have the foresight to withhold potentially sensitive information from unproven newcomers.
Hurricane fixes a steely gaze upon the graying stallion, remaining silent throughout his confession. He does not respond immediately, lips thinned into a hard line as he studies the other man’s features. Finally, after a long, tense moment, he exhales on a sharp sigh.
”Can I assume then, that this confession means to wish to make your allegiance known?
His gaze slips then, flicking briefly to the caves visible in the distance. Were he a vindictive man, he might insist that Brynmor enter the caves today. Alas, he is not, nor has he ever been. If the man speaks true, then he would rather keep him whole and his mind as intact as it could be under the circumstances. The caves were not kind even under the best of circumstances. He would not wish to see the results in a situation like this. Regardless, if he truly wished to stay, he would need to enter them eventually.
”I won’t require you enter the caves now, though the time will come soon enough. Just be sure that when you do enter them, you hold no disloyalty in your heart.”
There is never a day that goes by
that is a good day to die.
Hurricane
