a promise in a mouth of savage teeth

random event the cold was so intense that she could see her own breath; it came out of her mouth like smoke Somehow the Eirachi's smile is smug, as if noting the frustration on Wessex's face. It is a smile of go and find out, child. A smile which says that the world is not the same without some surprises. And besides, say too much about the Fangs and the mageglass, and mayhap the Ascended suddenly has better things to do than that which she proposes. Her grin widens at Wessex's terms, and once again the goddess begins to prowl through the reflections in the walls of ice. A new war? Someone's bloodthirsty," she purrs. "Very well, sweet one. Should the worst happen, you and your kin shall have safe passage through Halo once. Do not waste it." And do not start a war, came the unspoken advice. "You are going deep into the Tundra, far across the Sea of Glass. I have opened a cave there which should lead you to my kin. Beware, Ascended - as cold as Halo is, where you go to seek him is entirely the opposite."