Aidan frowned at all the conflict, finally deciding to speak up.
"Seems Treylor's going to win this war... already got us fighting ourselves. Shame really. I wonder how Treylor'll treat my family..."
He spoke aloud, ensuring the fiery young man and Martomum both could hear him, looking about in a much poorer temperment than he'd had previously. Such argumentation and bemoaning was contagious, he felt, and knew he too would likely soon be at someone's throat.
"Anyways, if Treylor's going to attack whatever this Manor is... and we're ta warn them, there's always a chance they'd attack while we're there. And I'm sure ya wouldn't jus' give'em the manor, would ya?" The boy asked Martomum, wondering if he seriously intended to keep them out of the fight.
"Seems Treylor's going to win this war... already got us fighting ourselves. Shame really. I wonder how Treylor'll treat my family..."
He spoke aloud, ensuring the fiery young man and Martomum both could hear him, looking about in a much poorer temperment than he'd had previously. Such argumentation and bemoaning was contagious, he felt, and knew he too would likely soon be at someone's throat.
"Anyways, if Treylor's going to attack whatever this Manor is... and we're ta warn them, there's always a chance they'd attack while we're there. And I'm sure ya wouldn't jus' give'em the manor, would ya?" The boy asked Martomum, wondering if he seriously intended to keep them out of the fight.