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„No, there is no cause for concern“, Anvael assured the Thane of Imperia. “Just a confused young governor who doesn’t know what to make of this situation.” Thief or brother? That was the question. He wasn’t entirely willing to trust this man, but then again Astartus had not exactly been known for monogamy. He was worse than a priestess of Haya when it came to relationships.
“An ‘A’ you say?” He took another look at the ring. “It can still be mine then. My father’s name was Astartus Andares. Are you sure the ring belonged to your father?” It was quite interesting to watch the expression on the Thane’s face, and had this been any other brightening he might have laughed. But he didn’t laugh now.
“By Ioannes, indeed”, he agreed. It was then that he noticed that Malkaer had entered. Anvael turned around. “Serale, brother”, he greeted him. “I was just having a most interesting conversation with the Thane of Imperia about his ring and his father whose name seems to start with an ‘A’. Without a doubt you have a few questions of your own for him.”
“From what I have heard so far, he’s either another one of Astartus’ children or a very clever liar, although I don’t know why he should be lying.”
That hadn’t been very sensitive, but then Anvael had absolutely no idea how to tell somebody that he might be related to you in a sensitive way.
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