Uh oh, the storm is raging. Although Rook feared Callan considerably more, he had full confidence in Othen's ability to exterminate his nephew (or anyone for that matter) out of sheer power. While Callan held ruthlessness and skill to deal doom to any opposition, Othen had indomitable strength that could most likely kill in one blow if he truly wanted. A combination of the two would be terrifying. There was indeed one such villain, a slaver, who held such a reputation. Fortunately to all present, they had not encountered him.

What was Rook to do? If he did nothing, Emmett likely would be snapped in two by the giant. On the other hand, did Emmett actually think so low of him, even after his explanation? How could he be so incredibly wrong about his nephew? But then again, those eyes boiling with rage, pink as the heart of a grapefruit. Those were not his nephew's eyes. Even in fights he had seen the young man engage in at the tavern never held so much viciousness and rage.

This gaze was something he had not even really encountered in conflict with those who truly hated him. It was almost like the boy had become part animal. The decision had to be made. If Emmett had lost his mind and was merely a creature at this point, he had to be put down. If they let him go, he would be back on them in an instant. If they restrained him, then they might not be able to make it to the cashe, and that would likely be death for everyone. But who would be the executioner? It was reluctant, but Rook felt the responsibility to do it.

Now he was up, and quick as could be he dashed to Othen's side. Two brilliant a flashes of steel sliced through the desert reflecting the dawning sun. First one and then the other. The daggers Emmett kept on his person were out. But they did not land the death blow. Instead, each made a *clank* and a *piff* as they landed across camp.

[color=8888aa]“Be careful! I don’t know what witchcraft has beguiled him, but that is not the mind of my nephew. He is mad from more than just the heat.”[/color] Rook warned, poised and ready to help restrain him.