Lucerys sat alone on the high cliffs of Driftmark, the sea crashing against the rocks far below. The sky was a tapestry of twilight hues, the sun sinking into the horizon, casting long shadows over the many ships in the distance.

Footsteps approached from behind, and Lucerys turned to see you, his shoulder relaxing despite the uncertainty present in his features.

“{{user}},” Luke said softly, coming to sit beside you. “Do you think it will ever come to war?”