Everyone has agendas. Dwyn had learned this from an early age. Everyone has something that they think they can’t live without and they will do anything to get it.

His guardian had taught him that in order to achieve ones goals, a certain amount of ruthlessness was needed. That didn’t mean he was supposed to be cruel. It meant that he had to set his goals – trying to make the world a better place for all beings – and not let anything stand in his way. Sometimes that meant he had to get out of his own way.

He looked at the centaur and sighed. A part of him wanted to compel the being to come with him – to force him to speak out against the cruelties he’d faced. But then he’d be no better than the people he wanted to stop. He smiled at Artesius and said, “If you want to go, I won’t stop you. If you want us to help you find any survivors, I’d be more than willing. I won’t make you come with me, if you don’t wish to.”

“I appreciate that,” Artesius said softly.

Dwyn felt a pang. A part of him screamed that using the centaur could further his own goals but he gritted his teeth, mindful of the cost.