Shock flooded Roland's mind like a tidal wave, and countless questions instantly crowded his thoughts.
He took a deep breath, about to carefully choose his words and probe for the truth behind this thousand-year span of time.
However, Morne seemed to have already anticipated his reaction.
A broad palm landed heavily on Roland's shoulder, the force just enough to cut off the question about to leave his lips.
"Alright, kid..."
Morne's voice returned to its usual hearty tone, but his eyes held a new, unquestionable depth.
"Everyone has their own little secrets, don't they?"
He paused deliberately, his gaze sweeping almost imperceptibly over the arm that had shown signs of Roland's Dragonification, and continued with pointed meaning.
"Like... that Power you have that doesn't belong to a human."
"I have no intention of asking where or how you obtained it. So, by the same token..."
The old King leaned forward slightly.
"I hope you won't dig into my affairs either."
