Nero & Nazili

Nazili sits next to Nero, both Elves arisen from rest far before the others due to their short trance time. She offers him a bit of their gathered food rations.

“How are you, Nero? We never really had any chance to talk between the resolution with Vengeance and fighting Imala.” Nazili puts an arm around him. “I’m asking specifically in regards to Indrajiit popping up suddenly and…” Nazili pauses, ears flicking to make sure Scor is out of earshot, “You know who coming back.”

“I’d rather go back to assuming the wood elves killed him.” Nero says sulkingly. He fidgets with an alchemical measure in his hands, “Bedivere informed me of his bounty.”

"What was the bounty?"

"Murder. Of elves. In a nation called Natrua."

"And do you think he deserved death in return? An eye for an eye?"

"I think he doesn't 'deserve' anything. I think he should face his crimes." Nero seems aggravated as he talks about it.

"As do I. And at least make the moves towards a good path. To penance." Nazili brushes a strand of his hair out of Nero's face. "The path to forgiveness is often a hard one, but it's not impossible."

“You say that as if he hadn’t murdered a whole family of our people in cold blood!”

Nazili turns towards Nero. "What he did to us, to the Elves, and to you most of all, was a treacherous thing. Without question. You have every right to be angry." She pauses. "I didn't know him well, and I thought maybe I would be able to trust him- but now, I don't know if I ever will." You don't owe him anything, Nero. He will be paying for his sins for as long as he lives."