Cold Malice

Walking out of the manor, Nasser was at least hopeful that his son would be able to do what was asked of him. Surely, his instructions were basically foolproof this time, what with Gilas already showing promise by wooing Clara onto their side.

"At least he's actually doing something this time," he scoffed as he boarded his carriage. "Driver, take me to my niece."

With a simple command, the Elder felt the carriage move, taking him to his next destination which was to see what his niece was doing. Pinra had been poised to enter the Trial by Combat for a while now, and he should see to it that her training was productive enough for his tastes.

Still, with what he knew of his niece, he was sure that she would at least be well ahead of what he expected. Pinra was nothing if not efficient, and she would surely fail to disappoint even if she tried.