Gibberish; that was all it was. Braigion did not care what they said, and immediately walked up the stairs in the room where the two guards had brought him. It all started so well...and apparently it was true: he belonged no where; no one seemed to want him here anyway.
He never asked to be here.
That tall one...he was intrigued, and then took on that prideful look, and even called Braigion a 'deformed creature'. He held back...though the dark head held Gileryn in a way the Avar did not like at all. Already being peeved didn't help...
