[Felwinter tilts his head as Wanda speaks, like a curious bird. Were he anyone else he might insist that he couldn't imagine fearing Wanda, but that would be patently untrue, and patronising in a way he does not think she deserves. Fearing a power is foolishness, like fearing a weapon rather than one who wields it. Fearing a person, and what that person is capable of, is another thing entirely.
He doesn't fear her, but he can imagine others doing so. It only takes a single misstep.]
Many years ago, I challenged a notorious Warlord to duel. He was a brute of a man, built like a mountain, and every bit as immovable. My terms were that, should I defeat him, he would join us. The other Warlords respected and feared him; he would make an invaluable ally.
He took my head off with a single blow. [And oddly enough, from the way he says it, such a brutal death was neither concerning nor even particularly unusual.] Even so, I decided to keep trying. I stayed with him for several weeks, and challenged him daily. Every time was the same. He was very efficient.
[Folding his hands neatly behind his back, Felwinter falls silent for a moment, as though thinking on how best to make his point. The lives of Risen were so very different from those of mortals like Wanda, and he was so very terrible at expressing himself.]
He could have granted me my Final Death at any moment. He was not bound by the Iron Decree, and had been very clear that he did not want me there. I had every reason to fear him. But I... saw something in him that the others did not. Does that make sense?
Please excuse how long this got.
He doesn't fear her, but he can imagine others doing so. It only takes a single misstep.]
Many years ago, I challenged a notorious Warlord to duel. He was a brute of a man, built like a mountain, and every bit as immovable. My terms were that, should I defeat him, he would join us. The other Warlords respected and feared him; he would make an invaluable ally.
He took my head off with a single blow. [And oddly enough, from the way he says it, such a brutal death was neither concerning nor even particularly unusual.] Even so, I decided to keep trying. I stayed with him for several weeks, and challenged him daily. Every time was the same. He was very efficient.
[Folding his hands neatly behind his back, Felwinter falls silent for a moment, as though thinking on how best to make his point. The lives of Risen were so very different from those of mortals like Wanda, and he was so very terrible at expressing himself.]
He could have granted me my Final Death at any moment. He was not bound by the Iron Decree, and had been very clear that he did not want me there. I had every reason to fear him. But I... saw something in him that the others did not. Does that make sense?