The Patriarch watched him calmly, analyzing as always every twitch and subtle movement in the Zazkex silently to himself. Excitement, anxiety, perhaps some fear, perhaps some forced confidence — Jefferson was apt at reading, but not apt at expressing what had been read or working with it. He was a blunt man; when one who feared him approached him, he was aware of their cowardice, but yet acted no differently towards them than he would one with full confidence. His interactions with Delwyn and Xion had been little different than that with Carwyn right then.
"Yeah? Sure," the brute shrugged. It was a start, hearing that Carwyn had finally gathered some responsibility or whatnot that enabled him to make himself useful around the pack. The cyclops had always been eager to see the last Zazkex child reach out and start working, and it seemed the patience was paying off. "Got anything in mind?"
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