Karl laughed, a bitter, sad, laugh. "If Kael hadn't messed with the caravans we traded with, if Kael hadn't tried to sabotage Reana, none of us would have gone to the Southern Islands. Nobody would have DIED!" he yelled.
His voice cracked with fury and heartbreak, echoing across the courtyard like a thunderclap. "Do you know what we went through, trying to bring supplies for winter? Do you know the hell we faced, fighting off raiders, cold, m–monsters?" He stuttered at the thought of those monsters in the wastelands.
"We were ambushed, mother! We fled into the wasteland, faced death, watched our warriors freeze to death, get torn by monsters, disappear into the abyss!" Karl's voice trembled, loud and raw with the weight of buried suffering. "Do you know how many people died because of Kael's sabotage?"
