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Something prompted her to explain further, although it was not Njal's wish to pry. To think of this woman as any kind of leader was laughable to him; she was deathly thin and rangy, trying hard to survive and not much else. What had she been like in her prime? Had the beaches been swarming with consorts and priestesses at some point?

"But their days are done now." She ended her tale, swift as it was. "But maybe.. Not forever." He remarked casually. Caiaphas had wrangled together a strange collection of followers if she wanted to resurrect the sea-witches. "Though I doubt Vlad is the ideal candidate to be a consort."

"Why cling to the seaside?" It was a good question - knowing that it would be an easy life through the winter was one thing, but she had already struggled and failed to live a successful life in this place. Inland was safe and filled with the resources required for survival. "Do you think your sea gods will grant you something for your devotion?" Or maybe she just didn't know what else to do, and Vlad had fallen in to her path by accident.