An Old Friend Visits

He clucked his tongue as he taped the side of his glass in contemplation. Kings, queens and Crows huh? What a tangled web you're weaving my friend. Antivan politics were messy. Messy enough that Cara himself never even had the slightest inclination to become personally involved. Once upon a time he did enjoy a bit of political intrigue, playing people off each other, manipulating them from the shadows, but that was a long time ago. These days he very much preferred the quiet a sea bound clan like Varahel offered him. 

So he needs a lesson in humility. Noted. He was well versed in the notion himself. We'll sharpen his talons well enough for your discerning taste. He smiled in return. Very well, what's the lad's name and what did you have in mind as for us finding each other?