Unwanted News

The presence of someone else being there was felt before Islana laid eyes on Amastan. There wasn’t anything magikal about this, it was simply the feeling that one would have in this situation, the unspoken acknowledgment to the Priestess of Viher by the guards, and the fact that Islana had learned quickly her time was never truly her own.

Skara, that word sent a sinking feeling to her stomach. It was not a secret that the new Sister Loctus had killed a Skara nor did Islana ever try to keep it one. The redhead did however keep very tight to herself the issues it had caused her,telling no one except Shalia. More people had come to acknowledge her as their leader, yet some still weren’t exactly happy with the foreign-born choice which meant any weakness was best hidden.

It did not take long for the Prophetess to decide what to do, “I’ll go investigate the area. I would prefer it if you accompanied me.” It was more a request than an order, only because the Sister realized that Amastan might have other tasks to tend to. Islana’s gaze glanced over to the two guards, they would come with her. There was an internal feeling that two wouldn’t be enough but her other two personal guards were in charge of guarding her pavilion, and best left there. It might seem like overkill to drag more out there, as the perimeter always had guards around it.

She went back to her tent to replenish her water and make sure the guards and Amastan, if the woman was joining them, had what they needed and headed out towards the perimeter.