Oskar Speaks as Duskshade

The fight did not end because the party hit harder.

It ended because Oskar spoke with a name the Ragefort captain recognized.

When Oskar confronted him, the captain's tone shifted almost immediately. Oskar was not only another traveler in a strange caravan. He was Lady Marnette Duskshade's son, and in South Arovian space that meant something heavy enough to interrupt violence.

The recognition was not gentle.

Marnette's boy. Bastard boy. The language carried class, insult, and familiarity all at once. But it also carried authority. The captain treated House Duskshade as a structure that could accept custody, responsibility, and political consequence where a random party could not.

So Thunderlungs was handed over.

Not to freedom in the purest sense. Not to Ragefort either. To House Duskshade custody, through Oskar. The captain withdrew from the conflict and gave Oskar three potions as a South Arovian peace offering, a local custom for stepping back from a confrontation without pretending nothing had happened.

For Oskar, the moment mattered beyond the road.

His aristocratic status became publicly consequential for the first time. The name he carried did not only haunt him or mark his family history. It changed what powerful strangers were willing to do.

The party avoided a worse fight.

Oskar's bloodline did the damage instead.