I looked over at Turin. Sometimes it’s hard to know who is friend or foe I sighed.
The journey home was a somber one and I was grateful for Turin allowing me to process my grief in silence. What did the old cat mean there are troubled times ahead? There was always some turmoil brewing usually by a disgruntled elf that felt he wasn’t compensated correctly for a service and sought to stir up trouble. If the local clan leader couldn’t smooth the elf’s ire, the matter would be sent to father who quickly put it right. No one questioned father’s decision. Not just because he was king, but he had a way of making everyone feel like they had been heard, understood, and fairly treated. Relations between elves, dwarves, and giants were balanced so no threat there…what could the cat be speaking of then?