Silence fell over Tor as Maxence recited the laws, as Inkheart read the prayer. He was not one for worship, in any form or any dictation. Even within Stolthet, he was hard pressed to find any faith within the gods that the people often worshiped. All he knew, right here and now, was the physical bodies before and behind him.
And truth be told, sometimes even those mattered little.
He shifted uncomfortably as Inkheart's voice droned, as she fell into what he could almost describe as a rhythmical monotony. His eyes did not drop, his stance did not waver, and instead he took this time to continue to survey the faces among the crowd and those standing beside him.
When Inkheart concluded her prayer and Maxence dismissed the party, Tor left silently with nothing but a nod to those who regarded him. He had little to say, for now.
Out of all the appointing that happened, today and as of late, the only one he felt was truly deserving was perhaps Avdotya. Even he felt like a stranger in these lands; even his own appointment to Warden came as a shock, and still did. He could promise nothing, and he knew that the only way he would follow the rag-tag group that this Court had become was if there was some serious change made. As of right now, he truly had little faith in all of them as a whole.
Action. Thoughts. "Speech."
TOTALLY FORGOT to post my wrap-up post, oops sorry! accidentally left it in drafts ;-;
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