By the shadow of a dead tree

Desdem

Silina looked at the strange man addressing her in broken Ozainae. She frowned at his questioning and the core of his words. For a heartbeat she felt like closing her fist and calling upon the gift of Viher to strike the interloper down. She was not in the mood to entertain such thoughts or questioning. She did not want the gaze of Sister Locust on her. Especially now so close to the walled city of Ostiarium.

She calmed her mind and pushed down her anger at his words. "My heart lies in the war that is coming, stranger." she said looking at his painted eyes. "I fight for my people. Not for gold." she retorted letting him know she knew him and his kind and only joined for the promises of plunder and payment.

"What do you know of our ways Umnac?" she asked. "Have you asked yourself what are you truly here for?"