A Heavy Truth

When Argis finally spoke, it was with a gentleness not typical of the people Ondolemar had been dealing with. At first, it was just small corrections from observations he’d been privy to as the help. Slowly, he realized the housecarl had been useful the entire time, and fully loyal – not the Jarl’s spy –  which he’d of course assumed, much to his chagrin. Trust came easily after that.And then, of course, the plan was laid bare on the stone slab they called a table here after a few months. How fiercely the Nord – of all people – believed in the cause. The empathy he’d shown for the plight of his fellow Altmer under the crushing fist of the Dominion was astounding. How quickly he stood up for those who had no voice of their own. How empathetic he was when he himself had been shown no such grace. Argis was all kindness hidden behind heavy steel armor.So, yes. He’d thawed a bit. It couldn’t be helped. The man was just so endearing. And it all went downhill from there.And now he could barely function on his own anymore. Ah, the waning of strength, if he ever had any at all.