Though she doesn't realize he's misconstrued her words, Colt understands well the threat landsharks pose, and recognizes they aren't the only issue she'll face in Hak Etme. In fact she suspects she'll have a great number of problems on hand from the start, so she has filed away his suggestion alongside ones she better knows, something she did consider serious. His concerns lands less like a warning then, than just a good reminder, and she nods along with the advice. "There's still a lot to consider," she concedes, because seriousness means continuing to chew on this idea. It's still fresh, him being the first she's told, and while he didn't immediately warn her off, he did give her a new think to study or find someone capable of handling - landsharks, since she herself likely couldn't manage them nearly as well. Especially not when it seems he himself has struggled.
"I'm sure I can't interest you in taming some wild landscape with me then?" She shoots him a sly look from the side, already well knowing his answer, he's his own half-wild region to oversee, nevertheless his prods into other places, such as this. "Well, if you know anyone capable, send them my way." Or, as he suggests not long after, perhaps the gods might have some tools or input.
"I would likely build a Frey and Rae shrine there," she admits, considering the quick accessibility to her gods. "Far as I know, just Ludo and Mort have one there." Frey and Rae might not be interested in the murder of all their landsharks, but she suspects they could help her wrangle some of the region into a nest of safety. Though, as he well points out, she could not do it alone, gods or no. "I have nothing left but my all," she says with a softness that should not be confused for uncertainty. She has nothing left, and that means she has everything to offer to a dream like this. Perhaps the only time she might. "Or I could always find something easier... fade into the background of a bar for the rest of my days, slinging drinks, tending to a small herd on the side." Even as she says it, she frowns, not quite liking the picture of it.
Shaking her head, she notices the shine of something nearby and stills. "What's that?" More to draw his attention than a question, because soon enough she narrows her gaze on the chebis slug.
"I'm sure I can't interest you in taming some wild landscape with me then?" She shoots him a sly look from the side, already well knowing his answer, he's his own half-wild region to oversee, nevertheless his prods into other places, such as this. "Well, if you know anyone capable, send them my way." Or, as he suggests not long after, perhaps the gods might have some tools or input.
"I would likely build a Frey and Rae shrine there," she admits, considering the quick accessibility to her gods. "Far as I know, just Ludo and Mort have one there." Frey and Rae might not be interested in the murder of all their landsharks, but she suspects they could help her wrangle some of the region into a nest of safety. Though, as he well points out, she could not do it alone, gods or no. "I have nothing left but my all," she says with a softness that should not be confused for uncertainty. She has nothing left, and that means she has everything to offer to a dream like this. Perhaps the only time she might. "Or I could always find something easier... fade into the background of a bar for the rest of my days, slinging drinks, tending to a small herd on the side." Even as she says it, she frowns, not quite liking the picture of it.
Shaking her head, she notices the shine of something nearby and stills. "What's that?" More to draw his attention than a question, because soon enough she narrows her gaze on the chebis slug.
Colt
Received a Gilded Market wig from Remi that resembles her usual hair and is enchanted to stay on better than most wigs | has a reverse centaur tattoo on her left hand with the legs going down her pointer and middle fingers that looks like this.
