"With my speechless calm eyes."
One by one they start to appear, carefully studying each other and the king. Although they aren’t with many, but except for their King there are only a few faces he recognizes. Some of their scents smell familiar though, as they linger around the Tundra. But in the middle of all faces he is looking for two in particular. Corin would come, he’s sure of that, but Brynmor is silently hoping for Roan to join them too. He had grown to like her and he desperately wanted her to stay. By attending this meeting she would at least show that she meant it – not that Brynmor thought that, but to make sure the other’s would accept her too.
He listens calmly, attention focussed on their gray and winged king. The formerly blind man had never learnt much about kingdoms. He knew that there were more around and that they were divided in ‘good, neutral and evil’, but other than that there was nothing. Except when it came to the Chamber of course. Brynmor had lived there for years, dumped in a dark corner and without anybody looking out for the blind boy. He genuinely hated the kingdom, hated them for what they did to him, as they had a part in what he had become nowadays.
”I trust you on this matter. As for my personal opinion I don’t really care what side will be chosen, as long as it doesn’t include to fight side by side with the Chamber.” His blue eyes, that still seemed to be a bit off, are looking straight at Hurricane. ”You know why. But if you would ask it of me, I would fight side by side with them.”
Then he moves back, searching for the little mare that he has come to care for. ”I think it would be profitable to have the Amazones as our allies and the child swap could be a good way to get the ranks filled. I do not object” he finishes. With that he has said everything he wanted to say. He would do what the Tundra would ask of him, his loyalty lied here, and he trusted Hurricane to do whatever he thought was the best.
"Nothing is coming to rise."