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A small, unknowing smile played about one side of the dark elf’s lips as he nodded to his uncle. “As long as they’re faring well.” Faust said, evidently clueless of his Uncle’s unique situation. Such had always been the case with the younger D’Rinishad, though; that is, some things simply needed to be explained to him.
Chuckling in agreement as Dimnersti admitted that his absence had resulted in several confusions, the dark elf replied with a faint grin. “House Kitrye’veresi is ours now, Uncle. Alaret was killed and her daughter Rilvin now reigns supreme, but with House D’Rinishad controlling her strings of course.” Sighing deeply as he recollected that recent accomplishment, the Vysstichi Prince crossed his arms across his chest, a gesture that positioned his elbows atop the two sword pommels strapped on either of his sides.
“Beware of the Third House of Har’oloth, though. Matron Varelinen keeps a tight rein on her throne, and it would be unwise to expose your relationship to House Kitrye’veresi when in her domain.” Faust continued, and he glanced both to Dimnersti and Kalenel to communicate his warning.
When Dimnersti prodded for news of the other two D’Rinishads’ latest endeavors, Faust smiled and looked to Kalenel, allowing the newest addition to the family to speak first.
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