I will allow that there is merit in preserving Coerthan traditions. That soup, though...it's practically Gridanian. I'll take a Brume bowl of beets over it any day.
He was not wrong to want to subdue the leader as quickly as able, for she may have spurred others to further violence.
But to fire on her as the crowd looked on was beyond reckless.
No wonder he did not interfere with our preparations. It was Nidhogg's plan from the beginning to use this occasion to deliver his proclamation─to deprive us of hope and leave us with naught but despair.
But we will not be so easily cowed. When the time comes, the golden bell will sound, and every man and woman of House Durendaire will hearken to its call!
...You heard the roar, I trust? Soon, the heavens will be filled with the leathery snap of countless wings... Let us make a pact to share a flagon should we both survive the coming storm!
MasterSurname! I believe the time has come for that flagon! I will not be offended, however, should other duties demand your attention. I shall gladly drink for the two of us, and hoist a mug in memory of the fallen...
Affiliation
Ishgard
Biography
A Midlander of thirty-seven years, Redwald commands the garrison at Falcon's Nest. As a man raised to knighthood for his feats as a soldier and not for his blood, he is oft critical of the squabbles betwixt the High Houses—for such disputes all too often imperil those on the front lines. Redwald is said to be unusually close companions with Lord Drillemont, another in the service of House Durendaire.