Ankyra Sound It's a beautiful day to have a picnic

as she approached the male seemed unconcerned, though he made no gesture of aggression. slyly the little waif watched him, studying him as he supplied an answer. ah -- able bodied -- strong and ready to hunt and serve. to caiaphas, there was no other deportment worthy -- she felt herself deserving of servitude and emanated it thus. "can you fight?" she launched immediately, not bothering to indoctrinate him with formality. "and can you kill?" if he could do neither, he would be worthless to her and she would turn him from her shore right then and there for it.