Darion stood on the roof of the stone building and watched Valdenmoor's farmland burn.
The fire moved rapidly, obviously showing that this was an accelerant.
He felt something watching it. Not satisfaction in the way he normally felt satisfaction.
He decided that this was 'cold satisfaction'.
He thought about the damage done to Percvale's farmlands.
The animals that had been alive and healthy and breeding and were now dead because of Aldric.
Because Aldric had decided that 'Oh I needed to make a point.'
The point had been made. A different one than Aldric had intended.
He took the perceptive glass from his inner pocket and zoomed to Seren in her tree. She was watching the farmland burn from her elevated position, the bow lowered, the last arrow sitting across her hand unused.
Her face was still and he could bet she felt satisfaction for what she had just done, setting Valdenmoor's farmlands on fire.
