Ankyra Sound manticore

"i would not trust him either," he agreed in a gentler voice gone somewhat sodden with exhaustion, the tension of the last several days wavering forth from the druid in transparent tendrils. wreathed in her scent, he felt he could sleep upon the very sand, but the time for that was not at hand. he pondered her question, for if indeed the pirate captain would hand over the would-be assailant to donnelaith, lasher was not certain what he would do unto her.


death was his first thought, but it sorely affected his emotions, to be the harbinger of death for a madwolf. "perhaps inflict pain upon her, for what she did unto my son, but i would bring her to you for her fate." casmir would recover, and now that his intense wrath had ceased, lasher could not know if he would slay the woman outright. "she has affected both of us."