Retreating to a more secluded setting than the communal longhouse, a place less subject to the curious gaze of fellow villagers, Vell, Sonder, and Bachram's sister withdrew to the dwelling she once shared with Bachram.

The Simerians struck Vell as a simple people, almost primitive. They eked out a meager existence through basic agriculture and animal husbandry, as evidenced by the shepherds Vell had spotted during his journey. Yet they lacked the grand architectural feats he had seen among other races of men.

Still, the Simerians, and the people of the north in general, made the best of their circumstances.

Once inside the humble stone abode, they settled down.

"I offer neither food nor drink. I must hear your tale first before I can decide in what manner I should treat you," Bachram's sister stated, her voice ironclad.

We hold no grudge; quite the opposite. We understand, seeing what kind of news we have brought," Vell responded, easing into a chair while Sonder hovered uncomfortably at his side.

She didn't know how he could act so carefree. Was this not a first for him, being in such a situation?

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Vell then continued on to recount the events leading up to Bachram's death.

Sonder listened intently, her heart heavy with each new detail.

She couldn't imagine the pain Bachram's sister must be feeling after hearing the story of her brother's final days from a stranger.

At least Sonder had been present at her own brother's end.

When Vell finished his story, Bachram's sister fixed her gaze on Sonder—the cause of her brother's death.

Few words were exchanged thereafter.

Bachram's sister's face was that of stone, yet she said, "You have honored my brother's memory by sharing his journey with me. For this, I am thankful. You may dwell here for as long as you choose. After our parents passed, Bachram and I were the sole residents of this home, but now I find myself alone with room to spare."

Sonder was moved. In contrast to her own reaction following her brother's death, Bachram's sister exuded calmness and managed her emotions with grace.

"There's another matter I must broach," Vell announced. "Sonder requires training, and since we were already en route here, I reckoned a Simerian might provide it. Is there anyone in this village or those nearby willing to undertake this task?"

Bachram's sister turned towards Sonder and asked, "And why would this child need training?"

Vell paused, allowing Sonder a chance to respond. When she remained silent, he interjected.

Sonder was hesitant to reveal her true intentions to anyone other than Vell.

"She seeks to assassinate the Wizard King of Irath. He is to blame for her brother's death, like your own. And many more, I reckon."

Slowly, Bachram's sister nodded, stating, "I understand."

Then she straightened herself, drawing herself to her full height, towering nearly two heads above Vell, and announced, "I will be her mentor."