Victories and Gambits

JP with White_Caribou and Winteroak

He nodded in understanding. Reports from his agents had spoken of her meteoric rise under the tutelage of Koshnem. She was here for a very specific reason, but he was more curios about her past. Why she had taken to the cause against her own people so readily.
"In the teachings of our faith the coming of your people from across the seas heralds a time of unforeseeable change." He said sipping the rest of his tea. "For some it means the End of Days. I'm curious on your own role among the gambit the Warchieftan plays." He sat back.

"Reports coming from the Plains speak of a great victory for the Odonine and the City of Stone. The Odsier lay broken. Scattered to the winds and the lands of the northern range."

Your people.
Once more the veil of shame that shrouded her eternally. Always bound to the land across the sea by some will and way. It never really mattered what she said or did.

She held her cup out in gesture and he filled it again with the mint tea. Honey was stirred in as she took a moment to prepare her words, listening to the nearby caw of a vorpa.

"Koshnem values my input as advisor, but I become a weapon where he sees fit. My arrival inspired him to raise the banner. We are very close."
Those last words still ached, but the victory made it all the better.

Shalia was positive that Tamazzalt's questions were leading to some greater inquiry as the Ozaiane appeared to have eyes and ears all around. He already knew of her business here, but maybe he wished to dig past surface level. See who Shalia Nix really was.

"The late incarnation's reluctance was unacceptable. As I'm sure you’ve been informed, I came to change her mind. Alas..." She blew gently on the steaming tea.

"My role as of now is not leaving here empty handed."