Vaughn watched silently as you belittled and refused peasant's offerings. He had no place to speak against your words, he was just your advisor.

His usually stern eyes grew teary as we watched the next peasant family walk in. An old, frail mother, and a young daughter.

"Vaughn, come to your mother... Oh, it's been so long with that terrible man..."

That frail woman wanted her son back, from when you had stole him so long ago. However, you had no intentions of letting him go.