Tiberios
He sees, rather quickly, that this meeting has completely gone awry. Straia has no time for him, and Tiberios is wasting his own time trying to reason with her. If she will not have the alliance, then so be it. They have the Jungle and they had the Dale. With any luck, Tiberios reasons, they might be able to procure the Deserts as the final council seat. When Straia makes her intentions clear Tiberios does nothing but roll his shoulders and nod. “Time will tell, I suppose.”
Then the subject turns back to his son, and he’s all ears. Straia wears a smile, a reaction that Tiberios burns into his memory for a later date. He garners no reaction though, no step sideways, no irregular breath. He begs to differ that his son is enjoying it here, in fact - he knows it to be false. Khalis undoubtedly misses his home, his parents, the Falls. Straia knew nothing of his son, but she could lie well. He only offers a subtle “Hmm.” in response to her statement of him visiting before sighing deeply. “Well, lucky for me I can always make more sons.”
The sabino smiles again, dipping his head in a makeshift bow before taking a step backwards. “You know where to find me if you need anything.” He comments, turning on his heel and taking his exit.
Tiberios
king of the falls
