He cleaned the droplets of tears that had roll out his eyes. Zyran didn't quite get the funny part but he didn't push his luck with the man.
He may be in Dravengarde for peace that didn't mean he was resources less. He could cause enough damage as Oaken Vale, he needed him on thier side. Gaining him was an upper hand. He knew the risk of seeing him but he would ensure he got the man on their side.
Roneth snorts, turning to look at Zyran, "That's coming from a man who has too much blood on his hand. Your father has caused too much damage you can barely account for?"
Zyran brow raised a little confused at what Roneth was aiming at but the man had no intention to elaborate on it."Your people are far too complicated, you want peace it should start from you all." Roneth added.
"You're here to witness a ceremony between Dravengarde and all the noble's houses. It an alliance of desperation, not strength." Zyran said.
