Dolphus stopped, closed his eyes, and exhaled slowly. Oh thank… uh, Not Magic. Never Magic. I hate Magic.
He turned back, slowly, the hand holding the cane still close to the handle of his sword. His feathers has risen even further.
“Why this vigil?” He turned further, to fully face him as the islands framed the figure standing to witness them. “Why here, to honor her? Why Tharwin’s lead?”