To Aaron's surprise, Annomyn did not accept his offer.
Clearly, the Pasha's son felt deeply attached to his country and his people. When Aaron asked whether he would become his Chaos Warrior and serve him, Annomyn hesitated for a long time before shaking his head.
"I love my home, and I love my people," the Pasha's son said softly. "The desert and the storms are my homeland. I must return. I am a Pasha's son. I am a man of Calimshan."
"If you really were a proper Pasha's son, you wouldn't have come alone to fetch water to save your mother." Aaron admired Annomyn's stubbornness, but he also sighed. "Stop putting on a brave face. You weren't born to any of the Pasha's four wives. Your mother wasn't even a concubine, was she?"
Annomyn shook his head again. A shadow crossed his face, but he remained firm. "I am still a Pasha's son, and a proud man of Calimshan. Cormyrian, I am grateful for your help, but I will not serve you. You are a noble, and so am I. We are equals."
"Suit yourself, then." Aaron said no more.
"Let me try." Little Buer spoke up instead, sympathy showing on her delicate face. After listening to Aaron and Annomyn's conversation, she had grasped the gist of what had happened. She did not hesitate. "I just learned all sorts of new things!"
What exactly had Isha taught Buer?
Aaron frowned.
For him, Nurgle's power had opened a crack, allowing him limited access to some of Nurgle's strength. The most obvious example was Nurgle's beloved art of "sculpting people." Besides brewing delicious, rich soups, enjoying the company of his children and grandchildren in his garden, and occasionally listening to mortal prayers, the fat grandfather's daily pleasure was experimenting with the creation