[center][h2][color=#00C957]Kalowick of Green Paths[/color][/h2][/center]
[right][sup][color=#00C957]Interaction(s):[/color] [i]Everyone[/i] [color=#00C957]Location:[/color] [i]Olenta's Throne Room[/i][/sup][/right][hr]

Kalowick considered the others in the room thoughtfully. He was pleased to see Ame's resolute commitment to their cause, even if something about her attitude made his eyes narrow by half a measure. It's not that he felt cause to mistrust her, but still, [i]something[/i] there deserved questioning. Perhaps she was simply nervous, or feeling out of place. If that was the case, he’d be happy to discuss the matter with her over a cup of soothing fungal tea. 

As for Astlo- the man was brilliant and wise beyond his years, and a good friend, but Kalowick felt the doubt he voiced to be unnecessary. Valid as the concerns may be, they were oathbound to pursue any rumor, and hearsay, no matter how scant the chance was. There was simply no room in Kalowick’s heart for anything but utter certainty. Whether this rumor or the next, or the thousandth one after that, the heir would be safely found.

As he ruminated, Leia added her own thoughts to the mix of concerns and declarations being made. It gladdened his heart to see her here alongside Astlo. It seemed that even on the road the three of them would not miss their monthly tea appointment. He allowed himself a private smile at the thought. Leilana Suldevi was there on the fateful day that Kalowick’s entire life became uprooted, and it was thanks to her that something powerful and profound grew in the place his old self once stood. 

He long struggled with memories of that horrid affair. During some nights, entrapped by sleep, he still does. 

That was the first time Kalowick executed a traitor to the bloodline. Many followed in the days and years to come.

Fingers shifting, tightening their grip around his staff, he took a small breath and quieted his mind. Humming the songs of his people in his mind, soon his thoughts were once again full of light and calmness. 

[color=#00C957]“There is no doubt imaginable that would cause me to renege on my oaths,”[/color] He stated with firm purpose. [color=#00C957]“Nor, I suspect, the oaths of the fine servants of the throne beside me. And besides,”[/color] He added, his tone lightening from undergrowth rumbling to rustling branches. [color=#00C957]“The petals upon my staff do not lie. We [i]will[/i] find the heir before our task is done.”[/color] He surveyed each member of the newfound fellowship beside him in turn. Vincent was strong, and brave, with deep loyalty and impressive combat intelligence. Leia was experienced, with a breadth of capabilities and fearsome with her magic and blade. Astlo was a master of the arcane arts, capable of fulfilling many roles and inspiring others. 

His solitary eye turned to Ame, and he flashed her a small smile.

The Champion-Apparent was thrust into an unfair situation, being here at all. The sudden loss of her sister, the even more drastic elevation of her previous station, and the heaps of undesired responsibilities suddenly thrust upon her. Many saw her elusive behavior and the apparently unearned status of her position. Kalowick liked to think he saw beyond that. She was [i]here[/i], and in the Alverian College she found a way to make some kind of peace with her own desires and with that of her burdens; a way to grow her talents and make her stay in Alveria somewhat more tolerable. Maybe she didn't want to be here.

Yet here she was.

Staring into her eyes for a moment, he eventually gave her a slight nod before turning his gaze once more upon the group as a whole. 

[color=#00C957]"I have complete faith in each and every one of us. When do we depart?"[/color]