Ankyra Sound saltwinter

feel free to skip me if im holding things up!

caiaphas' gaze swept across the group, noting 'miss standards' and 'big limpy man' with wryness plastering her gaunt muzzle. she stirred, rallying herself with a lofty flick of her tail. her expression faded from one of mirth to a chased and virtueless smile -- aimed in vlad's direction. this rough shod, ramshackle group would do -- this coven of degenerates and profligates roused a great feeling of confidence in the salt-wretch.

feigning an accent not unlike vlad's, caiaphas slipped into a gleeful guise, adopting vlad's sense of uproarious buoyancy. "vell now, you heving kept your promise -- come, come -- les'go to hunting the beeg salty vater doges now!" she would keep her word too -- and if they followed, she would show them the salted bluff where earlier that day she had spotted a few seal whelps playing.