Layers upon layers

Gra'akast

He looked at her with his milky white eyes and grinned.
"We, lass, are the Brotherhood of the Ebony Hand." He was not sure she knew about his sect. "And we have been watching Ostiarium since the first year they set foot on our lands. She took a map of the city spies have created. A map that will be needed for what is coming next." He paused and turned his head to look out of the window and once again appeared to be sniffing the air.

"We have heard of you and your rise among the Odonine. And of the battle of the Plains. We thought Koshnem had throw his lot with your people but here you are." He said grinning. "Wanting the Horse to be raised. As much as we do." He knew she had more questions but it was not the right time for those yet. He had questions for her too. What an ally she could be in the coming war.

"Let's get you back to the Temple before the priests tear down the city looking for you and lay the blame at my brothers and sisters door, as they tend to do with everything else." He said scoffing. "Tell them what happened tonight. Tell them jackals are in the camp."

He stood up now sure that no one had followed them.

"And once you are ready to find those two, come see me. I promise you a hunt like no other..."