A man's voice was finishing a sentence inside the room when they made it there, one that the youngest daughter of the house didn't exactly recognize. Calm and low, holding a cadence to it of someone choosing his phrasing while he spoke. Navuill er Yecine had always been pretty good at choosing his words - thanks to his Empathic experiences - but while he had been trusted plenty by the Ironclad Order with liaison adjacent work… this was the first time he would be doing anything similar as the leader of the family.
"-the whole story. Your wife still broke eight of our family swords. Old ones, many forged a century ago and used in multiple invasions. Even Lirades was a bit upset at that fact."
