Ankyra Sound Joining

singarti -- caiaphas inwardly repeated the name, pleased with the constructed nature of their syllables. it was a name she felt inclined to chant repetitively - it was catchy, exotic -- caiaphas wondered what realm he hailed from in which such musical monikers were freely given. "i'm caiaphas." the wretch rejoined, noting dully the lack of charm to her blundering name.

she shifted, watching him carefully in the manner one might eye a sharktank. "if vlad sent you, why did you not follow him here?"

instead - no reply came from the wolf, who had turned. caiaphas watched ruefully until he was but a spectre on the strand, scarcely visible save for the long shadow that bent during his departure.