Snippet #2398504

Moloch has a knack with people. Under different circumstances, our conflict with our easternmost neighbor would have long since faded away, but Fate has other plans. There is no greater hate than that born of love and both Moloch and Queen Amelia loved their parents and continue love their people.

Neither Moloch nor Eirene would approve of his monologe, but this young woman' essence was good. Besides, it wasn't something one wouldn't learn in an inn to the east. The old man took one of the offered seats and grinned over at Eirene. He gestured beside him.

"Come, Captain. The food and drink are good and the good Legate is a male version of yourself. You can compare disembowlement methods."

Eirene glared at him, but took the seat. Cyrus knew he'd eventually get her to eat. It had been a long journey.

Moloch, for his part, accepted the horn of mead with a grin and followed the Khal. It was just like he suspected. Khal Jinn valued honesty, respect, and strength. They were good qualities. Even if the two became enemies, which was unlikely at this point, Khal Jinn would still respect those qualities in him. Moloch would do likewise.

"Then we shall talk as men. So tell me, what do you celebrate? What is worth celebrating?"