Something's happened. There's a difference in the tension of the garrison, a change in the way the soldiers talk amongst themselves and to passersby. Even on its own, it would be worrying.
Then there's the bragging, and Dain begins avoiding conversations for fear that he won't be able to control his expression. Is this what he has to look forward to, back in Cliffside? Soldiers with no restraint or judgment, fighting a war everywhere but Black Rock? People who do the right thing, punished or executed for their trouble? And Tuo -- Tuo will blame himself for this, once he hears of it.
It could be worse. It could always be worse. Lorne could be dead.
It may not strictly be a Shepherd's duty to look in on the suffering, and Dain may get a few strange looks for it, but he finds he doesn't quite care today. He knocks; opens the door. "Lorne, are you home?"
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Then there's the bragging, and Dain begins avoiding conversations for fear that he won't be able to control his expression. Is this what he has to look forward to, back in Cliffside? Soldiers with no restraint or judgment, fighting a war everywhere but Black Rock? People who do the right thing, punished or executed for their trouble? And Tuo -- Tuo will blame himself for this, once he hears of it.
It could be worse. It could always be worse. Lorne could be dead.
It may not strictly be a Shepherd's duty to look in on the suffering, and Dain may get a few strange looks for it, but he finds he doesn't quite care today. He knocks; opens the door. "Lorne, are you home?"