"...."
After Robin unleashed his fervent words about forging a terrifying army steeped in the Permanence of Frost up to the fifth grade, and further empowered by the forbidden knowledge of the Encyclopedia of Blood, he allowed a knowing smile to linger on his lips and then fell silent, waiting. His golden eyes never left Althera, searching for the slightest tremor in her expression, a shift of breath, anything that would reveal her decision. Even with all the weight of his offer, he could not be certain she would ever agree.
