Diplomatic Immunity--Preface: Vasha's Discovery

[Rystil Arden]

"Good evening sir. I am pleased to meet you," Bertram begins, but Gralas ignores him as he continues to speak to Vasha.

"Vasha...you must hate me..."

 

[Bront]

"I don't know why I would Gralas. My mother and I know little of what happened, but I'm sure it's not your fault. My father seems to be a living legend around here, but that only means that he must have attracted the ire of an even more powerful dragonlord."

"You look like you need something to eat." she pulls a ration out of her pack and offers it to him.

 

[Rystil Arden]

"No...no...it was me, Vasha...It is my fault..."

 

[Bront]

"Well, whatever you did, I forgive you." she says looking into his eyes with a gentile smile. "Would you like to go to the tavern? We can eat there, and then you can tell me everything. But know I love you, just as I know my father and mother did, and your transgressions are not unforgivable, no mater what you might think."

She clutches him tightly, a single tear runs down her cheek.

 

[Rystil Arden]

"You...you do? But...I can't forgive myself..." he says, slumping into Vasha's arms as he begins to cry, tears streaming down his single eye.

"Uh, I looked around, and I don't think these Mojiin have a tavern, Vasha," Bertram whispers.

 

[Bront]

Vasha says to him "What could you do that would be unforgivable?"

 

[Rystil Arden]

"I...I..told them..."

 

[Bront]

"The dragonlords? Why? How?"

 

[Rystil Arden]

"They...they caught me...And they tortured me...I told them I would never talk, but...they broke me...they broke my spirit...And I told them..."

 

[Bront]

"How horable!" she says, hugging him tightly again. "You poor man. No wonder you look like you do. I don't blame you at all. Betrayal was never in your heart, even when they forced you to use your head to do it. It's what is in your heart that counts, and no one could fault you for giving in to the pain and your head."