05-05-2015, 10:48 PM
We are at war. There will be scars.
The boy listens closely. He is not quite a boy anymore, more a young man, growing into his precocious mind . The names don't ring a bell with him – he doesn't know who Shadowmere is or was, and he isn't aware of any strange sisters wandering around looking for a brother – and he's not sure how far he's willing to go down this road. Finding this boy's sister would do little for the Chamber, and if it's not worthwhile for the Chamber, well he'll be damned if he does it.They go around the room, each horse (or in the case of the Dale, pair of horses) taking their turn, a polite cacophony. They're all sympathetic, all solicitous, all ready to help the boy find his sister. But if she were in true danger, he wouldn't look like this. He wouldn't be stopping to speak with them, trading pleasantries like lamplights in the darkness and the rain. He'd be running, he'd be desperate. And he clearly isn't.
None of what he's thinking is reflected on his face or in his gentle smile. He's quite charming, when he wants to be. And right now, he's decided he still wants to be. "I'm from the Chamber of Evil. We are a family, although not all bound by blood." He pauses for a moment. "The Chamber can offer you a home, and it can offer you help in finding your sister." He pauses then, considering. "Or it can offer you the opportunity to start anew, in a place where neither your mother nor your sister have power."
The other horses have offered help, either explicitly or implicitly, with the sister search. But Erebor doesn't see that as being productive for any of them. The boy said himself that his sister disliked his mother, it's easy enough to see how family ties could splinter and rupture in such an environment. True enough the Chamber could help him track down, well anyone really. But did he want to do it? Did he want to track her down? The boy has a hunch that perhaps the answer is no.
Around them, the rain continues to fall.
Erebor
Native Prince of the Chamber
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