Funeral of Hearts

Nairn stared at the boy, startled by the reaction. No. I'm sending you away, because I never wanted a family, but especially one that was involved in my thiefdom. You don't see Megara living with the C, do you? He'd secured whatever debt she'd had left long ago, before the Boom. It'd been a surprise that was never revealed.

You'll move to Arlathan, take up a legitimate trade. He stated, as if that made everything clearer. Be a better man than me. He added, reaching to forcefully claim the boy by the chin.

Stop begging. We don't beg. Blue eyes studied the younger face, a broken child that he didn't know how to handle. Fuck. Consider your debts and the debt of your mother wiped. Coterie don't own you anymore.

If he wasn't misunderstanding the situation, or well, mis-managing it, perhaps it'd have come across better. Nevertheless, he's said it. Done it. Decided it.

Fuck, he wanted to get high. Just a night. He'd seek Ruth out later; the other elf had moved back into Nairn's lodgings after the Arlathan home had burned down.

After a pause... Let's go through these letters.