It was what Imon had said that really had Alastar sitting and thinking instead of boredly walking around with no goal to do anything of importance in his life as so many other seemed to be doing. It was what she said that had him paranoid over the comm’s when he heard about the packages. It had him doubting if he had even heard her correctly or was really thinking to much into it.
He had seen her perhaps a few hours after being released from whatever cell she had been let go from. He knew instinctively what was wrong even before he saw the cuffs around her wrist. She was jumpy, scared, and was doing well to hide it all. She wanted to be left alone to figure out what had been done to her, perhaps even figure out other things. Alastar understood. Once before he had the same wants and desires and even today he still did when ever the subject arose.
However, none of what he believed he was doing now would come directly back at him; for he was no one but a kid with no where to go.
Yes, joining Shiv and deciding to follow Adhelin was a choice he had decided on to give him something worthwhile to do. Escaping his past and becoming something more was all he wanted, but alas her group and this new one seemed to be all over the place and they all seemed to have jobs and task that needed to be done. But he had no clue what was expected of him, so he had decided to sit on the back burner. After all, there were stronger man, smarter woman, and more important individuals in the group than himself.
So, Alastar had been sure that anything Adhelin and her group did would come back to him in any way. He even had made sure that his interaction openly with the group was limited within the city and he so far only one person knew he with his affiliation with them outside this group. It didn’t stop others though from saying his full name out loud. How that made him cringe so, but he didn’t think anyone would care. After all he was a nobody with no skills or talents.
Kes had made a small remark about him being with Shiv. Her question had him curious, because he hadn’t told her and he was sure she had not been around when they shouted to the whole world his name. Even Renault didn’t even know, maybe he did now, but he believed he worded his phrases well enough that he could give some sort of lie to him if he was questioned, which he believed he wouldn’t. That’s what Alastar loved about Ren. The Knight rarely questioned his motives or tactics, or openly care so much since the Knight’s world was filled with dramatics of his own that Alastar didn’t even know and didn’t care to know for the time being.
Yet, what Imon said had his heart fluttering and his mind and actions alert. “They had asked about you.” Who had asked about him? His heart beat heavy in his chest and each time he recollected on the phrase he couldn’t sit still.
Once he had been kidnapped and tortured. He had the scars to show his pains and trials. It was obvious what happened to Imon through his own eyes. So who had asked about him and why they had scared him, because anyone who could do that to Imon would have no issue doing it to him or worse.
Alastar had no answers for this one particular question. Where was that druid now that he had questions. If or when he did find her did he have the heart to force her to talk about the events she undertook? There was a pause in his thoughts. The answer was simple and came in form another question. What did it take to survive…