“I never did tell you about my family,” I gestured towards Jethro as we walked past Lazuli Lane, a market town that had seen better days. It used to be famous for selling ultramarine. What happened to ruin it? Once their lapis lazuli deposits were depleted, so were most of their profits. It has been under the control of warlords for a good five decades now, men who could care less about anything but power.
“You’re right; you didn’t. What was your father like?” he asked curiously.
“He was incredibly loving. His name was Rathenaught, and in the draulter language, that means born leader. He would always help those in need and never blamed anyone else for his mistakes. A true leader can admit their faults at all times,” I spoke with a lump in my throat. So many gone in the span of a few ho
