"My thanks as well, sister, for your words and promises," Asleif replied. As good a truce as they could have hoped for.
You condemn him for who his mother is, Sister. How much less must you think of me, who learned some measure of my craft from the same woman?
Asleif brushed the thought aside and instead reached into her cloak, producing a charm shaped like a warrior's shield. She held it out to Svalin. "A charm. For your protection, for your wife, and for my growing nephew. I will watch, as I can, as I do for all my siblings... but let this act when I cannot."
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