Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20170111042546/@comment-25073873-20170116025640

"And this is why true warriors fail at being true kings. Because they care too much about honor and glory to see the people suffering for a dream they will never reach!" admonished Iori, as if she was scolding a child.

"If Casimir could resolve this peacefully, he would have, in order to protect his citizens. But he won't bend himself to a Tyrant like you. A Tyrant who only sees the ends."

Iori again paused, and said "didn't you hear everything else I said? If you are so concerned about the ends justifying the means, why not take up my deal? I will take a group of people you know are weaker than your group, and fight you. It's the only way you can win against us. If you are as smart as I believe, you will know any direct confrontation is just your army's demise. And we will never bend."

Aeorin was nowhere to be found in the Fontaine mansion. Perhaps Eveline should have checked somewhere else, like the gardens or mausoleum.

Aeorin lay down on an altar like table, opening his eyes, as magical binds crossed his body. It had been a long time a Fontaine was so willing to undergo the deviant procedure.

Aeorin wasn't scared of losing his eyes. He was more afraid of what happened next.