You have heard me tell this story many times before you sleep.
This time listen carefully, and I will tell you once again
and this time understand that what I'm telling you...
Every single word is true. You need to know.
There was another who came before you.
He was a hero and your brother and my son.
He fought the darkness, the darkness won.
The Protomen - Unrest in the House of Light
Beneath his feet, the Port was a living ant hill. People were spilling in and out of ships, loping in straight lines down the street that led into the city. Several men carried heavy crates from the port authority building to one of the largest of ships.
"Inlu'thin," he told Queen, the pretty black and green finch that perched on his bare shoulder. "Nothing but insects." His voice was caramel and contempt, sliding thickly across the little bird as she ruffled her feathers. Every time the Drow spoke, she felt as if she needed a bath. Kor had that effect on her: the hatred they shared was only matched in strength by the life bond that kept them together.
We're leaving this place for better shores, so why should I learn your tongue? She was bored, wondering why they were sitting on the edge of a hotel rooftop across from the docks. She'd watched Kor purchase their tickets, somehow managing to find a cheap fare in a town of swindlers and hard bargains. They could be sitting in under an umbrella shade at the port cafe, leisurely waiting for their boat to board. Instead, they were hiding in the rafters, so to speak, assassins or predators unwilling to be down with the prey.
She twittered nervously as she cocked her head to the side, glancing down her beak at his face. It revealed nothing but hunger in his amber eyes. If it weren't for their lives bound together, she'd be dead now. There was an understanding between them of predator and prey, and Natamrael found herself far too low on the food chain.
Kor finally stood, turning his back on the port. In the crowd, clumsy pedestrians unsure on their feet after getting off the ship had been milling around a familiar face. The captain who'd sold him tickets had been a pale elven character. He'd had the youthful, seemingly mild and innocent face of his people, but brimstone had sparked behind his dark earthy brown eyes. Kor had decided, as he began to scale down the ladder that had led up to the roof, that the man had been his kind of people.