A long silence stretches its legs before he speaks again, before he trusts himself with the political answer.
"Waiar-Seong?" Another sip, tenuous. "I'm sorry. Ke-Waiar. Some of them don't like the name. Don't think of it fondly. 'It's too presumptive.' But we told them... it's kinship with Brother Sanwon, and he'll be kind to his brothers. They muttered, like they always do, but..."
The names changed. Life went on. He shrugs, emptily. "I haven't been there in many years. We meet in between, or they send an envoy. It's not the sort of place where people go. Not willing. Don't think poorly of them, they open their doors, they'll have you, but... you feel... every spoonful of the difference. They keep to themselves. They're aloof. Haven't men who wouldn't shove in his family or friend, if the House of Ravens so much as cracked a door open."
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"Waiar-Seong?" Another sip, tenuous. "I'm sorry. Ke-Waiar. Some of them don't like the name. Don't think of it fondly. 'It's too presumptive.' But we told them... it's kinship with Brother Sanwon, and he'll be kind to his brothers. They muttered, like they always do, but..."
The names changed. Life went on. He shrugs, emptily. "I haven't been there in many years. We meet in between, or they send an envoy. It's not the sort of place where people go. Not willing. Don't think poorly of them, they open their doors, they'll have you, but... you feel... every spoonful of the difference. They keep to themselves. They're aloof. Haven't men who wouldn't shove in his family or friend, if the House of Ravens so much as cracked a door open."