Lord Thomas Kylorins Kin closed his eyes and sighed. He was sitting in his room in Cevedes, reading the report presented him by his advisors and messengers. Much time had passed since the settlement of Cevedes, and the reconnection of Nimirail to the Amurite people. Nimirail had not fared the End of winter well, and had starved while the ice melted and the ecosystems changed. It was a mere shadow of its Age of Ice splendor. Much work had been done to make Nimirail livable, but still more was needed. But Nimirail was old news.
Lord Thomas didnt really want to read the report, but duty called. He glanced back down, but realized he had read the same line already without gleaning its meaning. He felt old and out of place, living with a people he did not identify with. Most Amurites living nowadays hadnt been alive during the exodus. It was time, he knew, to step down, to hand the rains to his Daughter. But he was unsure about that
She was young, and lived for pleasure. He knew she would take her duty seriously, but he didnt want to crush her spirit with the burden just yet.
He glanced back down at the report, and a Line caught his eye. Scouts report tracks and traces of fires. Small native village slaughtered by unknown forces. Thomas frowned. He had thought those days were over. Frostlings couldnt survive in this new, warm world, away from the influence of Mulcarn. Of course, he had heard rumors of humans, twisted by the Fire Goddesss fall, turned Brutal and Savage, but those were only tales told to scare the Children.
Maybe hed send a message to the Bannor. They might know what they were
After all, theyd once followed the Fire Lady.
Yes, it was time t retire, to join the other elders in the pub, to talk and think.