these violent delights have violent ends
Delah had sent out a contingent of her warriors to find the self-proclaimed queen of the Hollowed Grounds. They had with them an invitation for the two to meet precisely at noon, on the scarred lands that separated the Hollowed Grounds from the Greatwood.
Delah had absolutely no interest in stepping foot into the wasteland that the humans seemed so fond of; indeed even being this close to the barren outskirts made her stomach clench. Still, she arrived with a small cluster of warriors. The chieftess was not here to assert her dominance or lower herself to petty displays of power. Those who truly were powerful had the luxury of letting others find it out for themselves, rather than waiving it about like a banner.
Delah had absolutely no interest in stepping foot into the wasteland that the humans seemed so fond of; indeed even being this close to the barren outskirts made her stomach clench. Still, she arrived with a small cluster of warriors. The chieftess was not here to assert her dominance or lower herself to petty displays of power. Those who truly were powerful had the luxury of letting others find it out for themselves, rather than waiving it about like a banner.
