[ isn't it though? (it really isn't.) just one more unbroken promise, one more day in the life of a useless noble who can't and could never protect his people.

he's silent, for a long moment, swallowing back whatever tide of bitterness that buries itself in like a tick. focus, strohl. focus. ]

But what? And why? Not like anything here so far's stopped anyone from dying. 's no magla or magic around, either. [ mumbling through his thought process: ] The food...? But we've all been eating all week, and it's not like it was isolated - like you said.