Safrin
"If you wanted to keep him safe, you'd pry yourself away from him." Safrin replies with a snarled-smile. Nate won't feel the way the air temperature suddenly plummets around them, though a quick body-scan will reveal it. "It is your proximity to him that puts him in danger. If you're really so worried about it, just leave." She covets her followers, of that there is no confusion. Sunjata, powerful and beautiful as he is, Governor of Torchline, is certainly a prized star in her sky, dimmed only by Nate's presence.
His flattery is appreciated of course, but it hardly does the work of stirring the goddess's sentiments. "Of course I can." She says of the necklace, a trivial thing compared to what she is able to do. But will she? Why, when murdering Nate is so much easier.
His flattery is appreciated of course, but it hardly does the work of stirring the goddess's sentiments. "Of course I can." She says of the necklace, a trivial thing compared to what she is able to do. But will she? Why, when murdering Nate is so much easier.
