guillaume: the meet

there was an awkward silence between us. i watched kythan out from the corner of my eye. i was careful not to look at him directly prefering to put up pretense of having a worthwhile conversation to whoever was beside me. i was at first amenable to the idea of going back home but now knowing what i could potentially lose everything. everything that i have dreamed of. i am threatened. i knew that kythan was looking at me. i will not yield. i will not go back if it means .. i do not want to go there. i should not even have these thoughts. i should focus on the present. i need to be out here where i count.

when kythan describe the drow plot, i was first to speak.

ces drows qu'est-ce qu'ils veulent possiblement avec sandpoint?
(what do they possibly want with sandpoint?)

several of the women in the chamber howled in disbelief. and others, notably farmers or of the sort, who knew nothing of the world outside openly threw down their disapproval as if their will mattered at all. others knew nothing of drows. the chilren began to cry. gripped with mixed emotions, the room simmered for a few more moments.

what could they possibly want of sandpoint. kythan repeated outloud in the common tongue. the room went silent. everyone wanted to hear what the eladrin had to say.

(kythan explains here)