After a few exchanged words between father and daughter, Azaron and Wuthenya rose to their feet. Azaron reached for his red cape and fastened it around his shoulders. There was no need for him to don armor, as he constantly wore it as naturally as one would wear ordinary clothing. To him, armor was no different from fabric. As for Wuthenya, she never wore armor at all. She had refused it ever since she was a child, finding it restrictive and unnecessary.
Together, they walked out of the chamber. Azaron had a group of Knights to address. Ender floated casually at his side, humming as he suggested, yet again, that Azaron skip the entire formal process and simply head straight to the Assassin Guild to wipe them out himself. As always, Azaron ignored him completely.
Wuthenya's soul-bound daggers did not emerge. Whether this was because they were unafraid of Ender's presence or for some other reason entirely, no one truly knew.
