А пока автор не видит...

... я себя немножко поглажу по шёрстке за образец и покажу кусочек :)).

“You’re weird, Dashohn,” he kept saying. “You have enough knowledge and are capable of making faithful decisions. You cannot simply carry all of this with you in the eternal snows when your time comes. You should teach the children.”

“I’m weird,” Dashohn kept reminding him. “Many believe I’m a madman. Besides, I’m an outsider.”  

“You’ve long stopped being an outsider,” Ren shook his head. “This land is your home too. And you know that, Dashohn, even if you keep denying the fact.” 

Dashohn knew Ren was right.

This land became his even too much, and it was twice as hard to make any decision now. Ren was not just Ren now. When he ascended the throne, he took a traditional royal name, and appointed Dashohn his Advisor… and a Master on top of that, probably so Dashohn wouldn’t relax.