these violent delights have violent ends
Delah gives the blighted king a nod, appreciative that at least someone respects the boundaries of the woods. "It won't be the length of your life that will make me remember you, but what you do with it." The chieftess responds. With a glance towards Amalia, she merely raises a brow. Loreseekers? She knew not what it was, but assumed it was an organization of some sort. A pretentious sounding one at that.
"Very well. If there is nothing further.." Though she doesn't look at Arduinna, the woods around them seem to carry a subtle pulse of respectful silence as the warchief waits to see what her elder counterpart may or may not offer.
"Very well. If there is nothing further.." Though she doesn't look at Arduinna, the woods around them seem to carry a subtle pulse of respectful silence as the warchief waits to see what her elder counterpart may or may not offer.
