Zianro left, but he left feeling an inkling of doubt and suspicion. He'd have to move his family. If she decided to pervert her deal, he had to at least make sure her Eldest sister and her child barely a month old lived somewhere safe. He didn't want to drag a child down to whatever hell would  come. The moment he got back home he arranged them to leave and live with his Brother in law's Family in Orina. He thought that for the time, those two would be safe.<br/><br/>His other sisters sensed something amiss about the deal and decided to leave Valsir on their own. That only left him with his aging Father, who stubbornly refused to leave.<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>A week passed, and he simply decided to return to Zankor by himself, Zianro felt burdened about it all. He knew somewhere deep inside him he was tearing something that was important about himself. Even if Zianro could convince them it might not be bad, they probably wouldn't believe their simple minded Mercenary son and brother. All he had was a sword and a name.<br/><br/>He was riding his horse towards the Palace. He knew his fate, he might as well resign to it. So what was this dread he felt?