The gate was ten feet away when she said it.
Darion didn't respond immediately. They walked the remaining distance and through the gate, past the two guard knights, back into the courtyard, and he let the silence sit for a moment before he spoke.
"Not a good one?" he repeated.
Seren looked at the courtyard ground.
"It means she used what she had when it suited her and didn't much care what it cost other people. She was never powerful enough to be dangerous at any real scale. Just powerful enough to make things difficult for the people near her."
They had slowed without deciding to, walking in a loose circle around the courtyard rather than going back inside.
"My father died when I was six," she said. "From hunting, actually. Nothing significant. He just didn't come back one day." There was a pause. "There were three of us. Me and two sisters."
"Older or younger?" Darion asked.
