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Kanolth looks about the forest. Unimpressed and feeling a bout of depression coming along from not being able to see the sky, he takes stock of his surroundings.

"Still a shithole."

Cradling his left arm to relieve himself of the pain, he descends the spires and heads south. The two brothers pick their way through the forest with practiced ease, staying away from the roads, and eventually following the sound of water. It will take several days to reach Freeport, but Kanolth gives off a little smile that his brother cannot see as he realizes that his brother is with him of his own free will. It brings to him a warmness he had not felt since their first meeting decades earlier in Dawnshroud Peaks.

"You want to hit up East Commons Tunnel?" he calls back to Andarious. "It's a little out of our way, but I haven't been there in quite a while. Wonder if the markets are still bustling."

Kan stops.... And looks Andy's way with a look of annoyance. He knows it is not going to stop Andy from recounting about his.... their father, but he says it anyway.

"I've been listening to you talk for almost ten years..... I'd appre-"

He sighs when Andy cuts him off and with a resigned shrug he walks alongside him as Andarious begins his story.

Kan remains silent for a little while. Longer than he should have for he was waiting for Andy to continue on. But then he looks over at him and offers a confused smirk.

"He taught you lessons, while fishing?" he chuckles. "Must have been a pretty creative guy."

He remembers Garen then, a High Priest of Erollisi Marr who had looked after him from child to adult. Fishing was boring, and that feeling of boredom was well remembered despite Kanolth wishing for those childhood days to come back.

Kanolth's face contains an amused grin. Andy loved small talk, but nothing that was this personal. His small talk consisted of commenting on how he was going to burn somebody, and to what degree of crispiness his new spell could char even the insides of a fire giant. And never had Andarious spoken of their father, not since the both of them discovered the truth that Kanolth and Andarious actually shared one. Fla'Zeal and Selpha.... secret lovers as Kanolth had found out in his youth.... had condemned themselves to death with the affair they shared. And only half a century later had he learned that Fla'Zeal had had a son before him. It was his good friend Andarious Rosethorn.

Andy and Kan rarely spoke of it, and Kanolth was more than a little curious about why he was brought up now and with such fondness to boot.

"Mm." he nods. "It sounds like you went fishing often. Although patience and silence are definitely not among your virtues, Andy. I'd say he failed miserably in teaching you both. Although I must say, you make a splendid fish sandwich."

Kanolth found his words ironic and mildly funny. Andarious had proven to be very patient when he was imprisoned within the dagger. And at times he was often silent, contemplating the world about him of which he was never a part of. He chuckles at his jest, a strange hint of sadness reminding him of the grim fate that Andarious might have had had he not finished his quest.

"Not a chance," Kanolth replies. He rubs his temple as he tries to recall those events from the dark recesses of his memory. It was so long ago. "Then.... well.... a lot of other people knew I guess. My mother's family for one. But there was a lot riding on what she was trying to accomplish back then so she did very little to put herself at risk." He raises his eyebrow as he thinks about it.... Like that helped her in the end.... "I never saw Fla'Zeal.... at least I don't remember ever meeting him."

"Please.... you're nothing like your father. You're both idealists, in your own way, aye, but you're not stupid like he was. You wouldn't put yourself in a such a vulnerable position as he did with my mother and you never really keep secrets of this nature. What they did was not regarded in very favorable light, Andy and I wouldn't be surprised if they both decided to keep it to themselves to protect us and the established order. But, come to think of it, if they were really concerned about that, they wouldn't have slept together to begin with."

He shakes his head and offers a grunt.

"But talking about this kinda stuff is pointless. We cannot know what was going on inside their heads. My mother wasn't a saint by any stretch. She was a politician.... a whore when she needed to be.... A manipulative, conniving, selfish, rebellious and overly ambitious whore and I see her affair with your father as more of a deliberate slap in the face to her husband than anything else. It was all a game, Andy. It was a move made in a game of politics and scandal. Heh. Sometimes that's how my life feels. As one big slap in the face of society and its many twisted ideals."

Kan scrunches up his face at the sound of his words. He believed his words fully, but she was his mother, and he found that he could not hate her for what she was. Ever.

Kan smirks at his Andy's confirmation that he was indeed a troublesome inkie. And then he lets the thought hang for a while before piping up.

"Did you at least get any from Jadarose when you were married?"

Kanolth lets out a playfully sadistic grin at the miffed response of his older brother. He then puts his hands up in mock defense. "I was only asking. Jadarose was a fine lady."

He looks ahead and sees naught but the murky mist of the forest. Not even the air had thinned since their arrival, meaning they still had a way to go. Kan estimated about half a day to the edge of the forest if they hustled, maybe more.

"I think the inn will do me fine. I want them to see us coming. Maybe even start something with us so as to give us ample opportunity to send a message. Although that's just wishful thinking on my part."

Kan feels the sting of a confirmation he had desired since Andy's return. Damn. He never told Andy about the basement. And all this time he thought Andy was either a construct or a more progressive form of insanity where Kan's entire world had been twisted to suit his preferred version of it. Even so much so as to have Andarious join Sigils and be recognized as one of their own. Kan shakes his head of his troubling thoughts.

"A lot has happened, I guess," is all he can say while he speeds up his own pace to match Andy's. A lot had happened, but Kan couldn't recall very much about it at this moment. "You know, that's the nature of Sigils.... Something is always happening. I get my kicks from it from time to time, but I have kept a low profile as of late."

"Naw. I haven't enjoyed a woman's company in a while and having you lurking about didn't make it any easier. But knowing what I know now, I would have ended your torment a lot sooner. I took too long with it and almost lost you, so I am just happy you're back."

He shifts his bandolier when he realizes it had tightened over his wound, and offers a sigh of relief. He then thinks for a moment.

"I drank a lot. I spent a lot of that ten thousand plat I saved up to free you that I no longer needed, but I never got any. And then I got a tip off of someone I met in Qeynos about the suspects in that treason case the Wayfarers were having me look into, and one thing led to another.... Once I had secured the items I needed to destroy Fatestealer I came for you right away. Needless to say, I wish you were there when I finally plunged my dagger into Wren Simsy's chest. It was a long time coming for both of us."

He then pats Andarious on the shoulder. "Who'd a known you had found your own way out anyway. Hehehe."