Haiva? ( Bitter laughter, strained. To think how well he spoke of his brother, mere days before. ) Haiva's only achievement is that of being firstborn.

( Some might say, no act of his make or design. But then, Deimar's attention wanders onto newer, fairer pastures: the set of guards that saunters by, maudlin. The refugees that follow. The breeze and draft in their wake.

This fortress is all scavenged holes.

And he whispers: )

You think we could have kept him distracted from your girls for weeks, if he could see anything that's farther than his nose?