Blood from Stone [AU]

[Bethany]

"He tried to..  press for... I slapped him and he-" got scared about the room frosting over. Her words are mumbled and Don knows her well enough to catch that she's down playing the event. "Left."

[GamesMaster]

Don bares his fangs. "If I could only kill him again," he hisses.

[Carver Amell]

"Ditto," mutters Carver

[Bethany]

"Boys," she mutters, trying to ease past the matter with humor.

[NPCs]

"In fairness, I would rather like a turn as well," the silver furred Cadmus  replies mildly. "And not just for recent affairs."

[GamesMaster]

Don takes a deep breath, focusing on the Keeper. "What is my judgement?" He asks quietly

[NPCs]

Cadmus is silent for a long time as he thinks. Claws tick on the floor where is he kneeling and he glances a Miki for a few seconds. Nodding a little, he turns back to Don. "Threefold they shall be. For your cowardice in waiting you are to learn to fight properly. Mr-"  His voice cuts out, breath catching in his throat and he bows his head.

[GamesMaster]

"I can teach him, Keeper," says Miki, softly, not wanting to intrude.

[NPCs]

"I... Thank you Miki but I shall need to find another. You will be helping in his second task. It is clear that Don has... Absorbed some misconceptions about Bharnorol's will. I will be busy rebuilding so I will task you with teaching not only him but Beth."

[GamesMaster]

"Yes, Keeper," he says with a nod.

[NPCs]

Cadmus nods back, face still a  bit pained. "Lastly... I wish for you to speak with all of those whom have...* His eyes flick to Carver one more. "Lost limbs or the like in the Tribe. Compile their stories along with your own and then present it to the Tribe during the Feast. You are to do this yourself. You may take others with you but must do the talking and writing yourself. Do you understand?"

[GamesMaster]

Don flinches, nodding a little. "Yes, Keeper." He pauses then, and asks, "I am not... Banished?"

[NPCs]

"You are not." Simple. Blunt.

[Bethany]

"See? You did just fine really,"  Beth whispers, dragging her nails across his temple lightly.

[GamesMaster]

Don bows his head, shoulders shaking with suppressed tears -- of relief, of gratitude. "Thank you," he whispers.