Chiron Stormblood stood near the eastern edge of the gardens, his eyes tracking the movement of nobles with the casual interest of a predator watching prey that held no immediate threat.
Duke Alaric approached after he met with King Eric, two glasses of wine in hand. He offered one to Chiron, and the legendary warrior accepted with a slight nod.
"Your son has changed," Chiron said without preamble, his gaze fixed on where Jack had been standing moments before. "Last time I saw him, he was talented but uncertain. Raw potential without direction."
"And now?" Alaric prompted, sipping his wine.
"Now he's dangerous," Chiron's smile carried approval. "He's grown into his power in a remarkably short time."
Alaric nodded slowly; his golden eyes were thoughtful. "He's had... extensive motivation to improve."
"I heard about Spiralus," Chiron's voice carried genuine respect. "Killing a disaster-class threat at sixteen. That's talent."
