The mighty Tamarthul Clan, that presided over the lands south of Madra. The Damned Tamarthul Clan, the most reviled archnemesis's of the Dolgan and the now extinct Olgan Clans. The cowardly yet ambitious Tamarthul Clan, who were the proprietors who slew the past patriachs of said clans with insidious methods; all in the blind desire to swallow the two clans to bolster their own might. The hateful Tamarthul Clan, whose armies used to constantly plagued the waking thoughts and sleeping minds of the two young patriarchs, like a persistent infectious wound!
Those were the ideas that flashed through Barrafin's mind when he heard this name, as his fists and jaw instinctually clenched to the point of nearly hurting him.
Noticing his reaction, Avestan said nothing and merely waited for the young patriarch before him to calm himself. Which didn't take long as Barrafin asked in cold tone, that barely masked his true feelings, a few seconds later "Why would we head there, my lord?"
