Happy Honeymoon

Tonravik stayed long enough to note the look of disdain, open and readable, upon the Khal. How stupid, that face. Had these been not so near the borders of his home, she would have humored showing him his place. As it was, she, in her way, had. 

Satisfied with what she had gleaned here, Tonravik turned as he began to speak. What was the point? They had came here to tell him what they desired, and if he thought the words were a threat, he could come to them and find their promise. 

exit!