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Kyran lowered his eyes when Connor spoke, his expression conflicted. "I have disagreed with the chief for a long time, but I've always hoped to try and divert his actions through words as opposed to force. But for him to sanction..." he trailed off before speaking again, "What he was going to have done to the child... I hadn't realised it had gone so far."

Sighing, he shook his head. "I failed the both of you. And I'm sorry. But I don't want you to get yourself hurt. I don't doubt you are a capable warrior, but the Chief is ... a lot more experienced. And he's gone through the Rite of Transformation. You would scarcely stand a chance. If anyone should be challenging him, it should be ... well, someone else."

The word 'me' hung unspoken in the air where Kyran had bitten it back. He did not think that it was his place as a mystic to take such a step. But if Connor was otherwise going to... "Let me speak to him. We might still be able to solve this without bloodshed. If not, then..."

Kyran sighed again. "If it should come down to it, I will stand at your side. Not his. But please reconsider challenging him to a duel yourself. I don't want to see you hurt without need."