Safrin
The goddess considers for a moment asking Maeve to ban Sunjata from Torchline. It would be petty of course, but what did that matter? Let him drift around the outskirts of all that was once his, forever destined to look upon what he once had and could have had still. Instead though, she thinks of how much more cutting it would be for him to be reminded of her generosity, and to see the signs of her everywhere. Let her be unmistakably present.
Looking from both Ronin to Maeve, Safrin's eyes narrow and sparkle like coal being compressed nearly to the point of becoming a diamond. "Both of you have received word about strange happenings in Hak Etme...It would be worth your while to tug on those threads..." She says with a suggestive smile.
Looking from both Ronin to Maeve, Safrin's eyes narrow and sparkle like coal being compressed nearly to the point of becoming a diamond. "Both of you have received word about strange happenings in Hak Etme...It would be worth your while to tug on those threads..." She says with a suggestive smile.
