She had brought up the book before, but never this insistent. Perhaps she was right? His gaze turned from her to the quill and paper set upon the desk, set there days ago but never engaged. "You're probably right." As she ever was.

His good hand reached for the quill, and set the tip to ink.

He paused just slightly, looking back to the table where the Stolas quill sat on display. "...You think so?" Comes a careful question. Should he truly take up the pen, and lay down the sword for good?

"Sacrifice?" He echoed the word cautiously, growing more tense as the others facade began to drop. "And what birthright is that? For her to deny you, it must be for a good reason." Jill's judgement was impeccable. Clive was on edge now, watching the other warily.

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"I wasn't far behind, but I appreciate the thought." He chuckled warmly, arms crossing along his chest. "So, what is this place?"

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