"They say you can solve any dispute with words," Rovshan challenged, stepping closer until they were chest to chest. "But what happens when the logic fails? What happens when the only answer is the end of a gun?"
Rovshan looked out at the dark water, silent for a long minute. He knew the world was changing. The old symbols—the stars on the shoulders, the silence of the prison cell—were being challenged by a digital age of faceless money and shifting borders. He needed a bridge between the tradition of Lenkeran and the complexity of the future. Ruslan MЙ™ntiq Can RovsЙ™n Rovsenlenkeranski Vorzakon
"Then the logic didn't fail," Ruslan replied calmly. "The men did. I am here to make sure your legacy isn't buried in a shallow grave. A Thief-in-Law rules through order. I provide the architecture for that order." "They say you can solve any dispute with