Zavros ensured that his mother and father were at least safe. Kneeling down, he slapped his father on the back, encouraging him to cough up more water to clear his lungs. "You're okay, Pa," he whispered, not noticing that his voice had taken a slight echoing quality. "You're okay." He set his mother to more comfortable position - checking only to make sure she was breathing and at least safe before he stood up, his hand already reaching for the hammer.<br/><br/>Whatever his mother's state, he turned around, his eyes already narrowed as he approached the party headed by the scheming noble. "You destroyed my family's farm," he said levelly. He should have been mad, but he was feeling deathly calm. "You ruined our livelihood. You nearly killed my parents." He hefted his hammer, only wondering in an abstract sense why it felt so light compared to before. "Why? We gave you everything you demanded.<em>Why?</em>"<br/><br/>Even as he continued to approach Suura, his thoughts strayed to what he'd have to do to help to even start fixing everything she'd ruined...