"How is it? What did your father say?" asked Svanna as Nightroe walked into the room. The man's expression was completely unreadable. Cold, flat, as if locked in a brutal battle. She was afraid that Nightroe's conversation with Russol Sullivan would leave a rift between the two of them.Nightroe might... yeah, might, forbid Russol Sullivan from traveling far, while... they all knew that the middle-aged man was quite stubborn. The most appropriate attitude to say had been passed down to his own son. Nightroe was cruel, but the deepest part behind the man's shoulders was difficult to control. Nightroe was not easily restrained. Always seeking freedom. Svanna didn't know how long the man would stand towering behind her. Nightroe was facing a shelf; there was nothing there, just a few small displays, and Svanna was sure they weren't relevant to whatever the man was thinking about."Nightroe," Svanna called slowly, just to be sure.She didn't get much of a reaction, but it was enough to
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