"I'd like to make this trip as short as possible. I'll go do a thing real quick, might as well bribe a few guards to withhold any information about us. The Nikidians are very unlikely to back off unless they are kicked out, and to be quite honest I don't think Gathens will be able to do that on good terms. It's also very likely that they'll make an offer with us, some sort of deal that will benefit them in the long run."
Moenir looks at Blud,
"You know a lot for a father that hasn't been here for most or rather all my life."
Blud scratches the back of his head,
"I was there when you were born, if that matters, though Aina had already decided the name. I was personally going to name you, Morgan."
"I like Moenir, thank you."
He stands looking at the ground, speaking in a low voice,
"Why aren't the two of you mad at me?? I ran away from my home, became some mercenary so I could hunt my father and kill him, but both on you seem fine with it. How could you be fine? Why are you?"
Moenir lets out an exasperated sigh, picking up his things. He heads for the door,
"I need to go think for a bit."
He closes the door behind him, walking away.