[IRP] Return to the Dread Isle

[Andy]

"You are a prince, Lennox. Not the royal prince, I'll give you that," Tiras said, rolling his eyes. "The children of the nobility are always princes or princesses. Doesn't mean you have authority, but it is a title that demands respect, if only because of your blood. And to correct you, we had not forgotten, thank you for insulting our intelligence. We hadn't mentioned it yet. There is a lot that has changed in the last twenty years, some of which I wasn't even around for, so I never knew different." The squire gobbled up the last of his breakfast, pushing his plate forward and leaning back in his chair. "Hoog, that was delicious. Thank you, Father Renault."

The bishop nodded to him before turning to Lennox. "I don't think he did. I believe I recall his presence here for a while, and no reports of morphs reached me, nor did I discover any still existed. No, whatever happened, it happened because of your arrival here." Renault closed his eyes, looking like he was concentrating. "Yes, I can feel it. There are tendrils of dark power at work here."

"Great," Tiras said, suddenly mildly annoyed.

"Worry not, child. There are not many left, I can assure you," Renault opened his eyes and smiled fatherly at Tiras's petulance.