Let the road

Sometimes Kellam wondered, how things might be different had Amara had lived. His expectations for Ruth still would have been high, but perhaps Amara’s love might have tempered him more, it was really hard to say. She’d always been able to see the good in Kellam, despite his rough exterior, she saw a side to him he never showed anyone else in his life, not even his own son.

As their reunion continued, there was a clear tension hanging over them. Kellam of course couldn’t actually see all the wrongs he’d made while raising Ruth. In his mind he’d just been a typical father and clan leader with typical expectations. Life wasn’t easy and it especially wasn’t easy for the elves. That was how Kellam had rationalised years of abuse. None of that mattered now though, because the clan needed Arlathan, and apparently that meant going through his son.

Well, it’s not a vast priority at the moment. I have everyone set up waiting outside the city. He didn’t really say he didn’t want Ruth to do it, but he didn’t say that he did either. Instead he was vague, because the more he talked to Ruth, the more a curiosity began to seep in. What had his son been doing all this time. He didn’t want to care, but at the same time he found his mind wandering there nonetheless. He sat down when indicated, trying not to look around too obviously much.

I would appreciate it if you could direct us to a suitable location where my people can set up camp. Despite the tension between them, Kellam managed to keep his tone civil. His primary concern was the well-being of his clan, and he wouldn't let his personal feelings towards Ruth interfere with that. I didn’t want to presume they could set up within the city, so right now they are just waiting on word from me. They’re tired, some sick, a few injured. It’s taken us a lot to get here, with losses along the way.