<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b9/Mirevia.jpg)</div>“I expected nothing less from you Henrik,” Mirevia said, beaming with pride. “I whole-heartedly agree with your father; our dungeons should be reserved for those truly deserving of our wrath. The scum that raid the roads and wilderness are best left beneath our heels for the birds to peck.”<br/><br/>That was exactly the type of message that needed to be conveyed to Theiri. They were a nation of reason with a curt edge. Many had made them out to be bloodthirsty barbarians, but their nature was simply to conquer those who were weaker. This led to a unified kingdom and people. Any that opposed them for the sake of ushering ill upon others was to be met without mercy.<br/><br/>She cupped Henrik’s face in her hands and bestowed a kiss on his cheek. “Now, why don’t you go help your younger sister prepare for the journey?” She raised an eyebrow questioningly. “I sense some…discomfort, shall we say, about going to Theiri. It would do her well for her older brother to ease her mind, lest her mother be more forthcoming about the expectations of her.”<br/><br/>After she dismissed Henrik, Omar spoke up once more, requesting their presence. Mirevia turned to him, smiling. “Of course, my pride. Your mother will always lend an ear to aid the growth of her eldest child. What do you wish to discuss?”