Nero twists his head about as he takes another serious look at the elf. He really does like the way that his cousin thinks. It isn't quite like him, but it is interesting enough that he can't let it go. Estinien's hatred for Thornes might be enough to join in with those that would start a war with it.
People murdering and slaughtering each other. The amount of death that would start piling up in the streets. The promised bloodshed is extending out past the castle and flowing out into the streets and city. He can feel himself drooling yet again, but he swallows it back this time rather than let it slip out his mouth.
"You're right. It's not like we can just be on our own. The enemy of our enemy is our friend."
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Nero twists his head about as he takes another serious look at the elf. He really does like the way that his cousin thinks. It isn't quite like him, but it is interesting enough that he can't let it go. Estinien's hatred for Thornes might be enough to join in with those that would start a war with it.
People murdering and slaughtering each other. The amount of death that would start piling up in the streets. The promised bloodshed is extending out past the castle and flowing out into the streets and city. He can feel himself drooling yet again, but he swallows it back this time rather than let it slip out his mouth.
"You're right. It's not like we can just be on our own. The enemy of our enemy is our friend."