Dissident voice

Rarak Sept

As the night went on the wine flowed and the steady procession food started to trickle down, Islana's eyes were drawn to an old man with short grey hair and cropped beard that seemed to became more and more agitated.

Although not to close to her, as she could not hear exactly what the man was saying, she could not escape the feeling that this man was speaking about her, simply by the looks he gave her.

He was gesticulating wildly now, spilling his wine, as the people around him tried to keep his displays and words down.

Before the leader of the Sept could ask his guards to remove the drunk guest, he stood up grabbing a wine skin from a passing servant.

The man was thin, dressed in plain robes of white and red, his skin was of a deep olive hue and his frame without an hint of fat. He reminded the young woman of bark or cork.

He looked in her direction, raising the wine skin in the air.
"This..." He said loud and clear, pointing in her direction, balting nearby conversations, so that all eyes were on him. "This is the woman we are told we should follow into war?" He asked incrediously. "This abomination? A child of our enemies?" He looked around.

"You want me to believe the Twins chose her to be the new Sister Locust? That I should have my son's and daughters join her?" He asked loudly.

Islana saw rage in the face of many of the guests at the insult to their spirit leader but saw in the faces of many others that the man was silky speaking what they also felt.

"A woman born under the shadow of demons that call themselves gods?!? The enemies of our faith? I refuse to believe it. This is a trap, a plot to lead the Horde to its doom!!!" He was almost screaming now.

"She is neither a Water-Bearer or a Air-Weaver!!! This is blasphemy!!!"