Internal struggles within powerful families were hardly unique to Kul Tiras. Every kingdom in the Alliance had them, and they were a serious problem.
Wherever interests were at stake, disagreements and divisions followed. No one wanted to share the same pie with outsiders.
As one of the Archmages with access to the Kirin Tor's inner circle of power, Rhonin rarely involved himself in disputes over regional interests.
A High Archmage siding with a powerful family could seriously undermine regional stability.
Upon returning to Morris Harbor, Rhonin sought out Rowan at once.
"Is Broll confident he can treat Byron's injuries?" Rowan asked as he walked with Rhonin along the main road near the harbor.
"He seemed quite confident to me. Before I came back, Byron had started breathing again. He should be all right."
Rowan's anxiety eased, and he let out a long sigh of relief.
He had been under tremendous pressure these past few days, with no good way to handle many of the problems confronting him.
The energetic young man of a few days ago now looked as though he had been indulging himself far too much.
Rowan had not enjoyed a good night's sleep for three days straight. In the latter half of the night, he often drifted between sleeping and waking.
"I admire your courage and resolve. You actually dared to detain an entire fleet during wartime. Is this a real-life tale of a hero rescuing a damsel?" Rhonin asked, half joking.
What hero rescuing a damsel? Has he been reading too many Bards' bawdy novels?
Rowan gave Rhonin a sour look and rolled his eyes. "Stop teasing me. I can't let Jaina take the fall for me."
"Given the circumstances, Lillard had to die. Having Jaina do it for you was far better than doing it