Arturio could not deny the darkness that lingered in Blackthorne, and there was no removing it. No amount of the bright light that was Azariah would every fix that. What little sway she had over him would never be enough, and they both knew it even as she said the words. Still, a soft sigh escaped him.
She was right about that too. The Darkbringer of Iromar did not need to know she was here. Arturio already knew the boy's ire towards him was great, and it would only increase if he knew where she had moved to. Arturio nodded slightly. "Maybe Taviora might have more answers? I will ask when I meet with them," he said, hoping that might give her some semblance of comfort. Taviora always seemed like the place that would take anyone, so it was worth a shot.
"Don't go far. Maybe south to Diveen or north to the Tundra, but I would worry if you went any further than that.." the White Knight said. He offered her a reassuring smile. "We'll start with dealing with him. Rally the other packs to us, build our own strength, and discover his weaknesses. I have friends places. We'll make sure those who call Iromar home will be able to do so again." It was the best he could offer in this moment. They had to get information. They had to grow their own numbers, and rally those who would stand against a monster to put the boy and those who chose to follow him into their rightful place.
Six feet under the earth. Though those words would never cross his lips.