The hardships of diplomacy

Desdem - Sand Horde War camp

Islana sat in her tent pavilion flanked by her most trusted advisors. The coming of the Odsier emissary had come as a surprise to many, including her. Agizul reminded her that the Odsier were likely unawares of their accords with the Odonine and Koshnem.
There was no way to predict how they would react when they did, considering the role the WarChieftain played in the demise of the tribes in the War of the Plains a few months ago.

Izdärasen on the other hand counselled exactly the opposite. That the tribes were aware and that this could be a plot to kill Sister Locust. He had ordered double the number of guards inside and outside the pavilion.

The man that was escorted into her presence was tall and lean, dressed in traditional attire, a young warrior announced as Raud of the Red Crows, who knelt in front of Sister Locust and bowed his head to the floor.

"Prophetess of the Twins, may the blessings of Erewhuin be upon you." he said in almost perfect Ozainae. "The scattered remains of the tribes that did not make the great journey north, have heard that you have raised your banners against the enemy from across the sea." he paused letting his words sink in.

"We wish to join the Sand Horde..."