[ Wolfe takes note of all of this, momentarily wondering what Wrathion has been through in his past to develop that control to be silent and still before he tamps down on the thought. His students have made him soft; he doesn't want to know. He can't help him, no matter what it was.
Wolfe nods, and in spite of the both of them standing in their pajamas the air is definitely a solemn one. These both seem to be men of presence and bearing. ]
I agree. The question is from whom and what direction to expect it.
[ As he says it, his mind is working. Wrathion—Old English, proto-Germanic. European. He knows the rulers of the European countries, and he's never heard of this Black Prince. ]
Your homeland?
[ "I did not ask for your nationality," he'd said once. A similar meeting, not so very long ago. But things have changed, and this is no longer Library soil. ]
no subject
Wolfe nods, and in spite of the both of them standing in their pajamas the air is definitely a solemn one. These both seem to be men of presence and bearing. ]
I agree. The question is from whom and what direction to expect it.
[ As he says it, his mind is working. Wrathion—Old English, proto-Germanic. European. He knows the rulers of the European countries, and he's never heard of this Black Prince. ]
Your homeland?
[ "I did not ask for your nationality," he'd said once. A similar meeting, not so very long ago. But things have changed, and this is no longer Library soil. ]